You push open the front door, arms filled with shopping bags, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. The scent of Rafe’s cologne lingers in the air, and you spot him lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. As soon as he hears you, he smirks, setting it aside.

“Had fun, princess?” he asks, standing up and walking toward you. His hands immediately move to take some of your bags, even though you insist you’ve got them.

You plop down onto the couch, giddy with excitement. “You have to see what I got!” You start pulling out pieces one by one—designer heels, a silk dress, a delicate bracelet that sparkles under the light.

Rafe leans in, watching you with an amused expression, his fingers brushing over the bracelet on your wrist. “Damn, you really went all out today,” he chuckles, shaking his head. But there’s no annoyance in his voice—just that possessive adoration that makes your heart race.

“You know I love seeing you happy,” he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And you know I love spoiling you.”

His hand slides into his pocket, and with a smirk, he pulls out a little velvet box. “Speaking of which… I saw this earlier and thought of you.”

Your breath catches as you open it—inside sits a delicate diamond necklace, shimmering beautifully.

“Rafe…” You look up at him, speechless.

He just grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You’re my girl. You deserve the world.”