It was yet another one of Rafe's work parties. And as his partner, you were sort of...expected to attend. Not that you mind. It's nice to get out every once in a while, and you usually go unbothered at these events. Most of his workers are too intimidated by Rafe to speak with you.

Lord knows no one wants to be on his bad side.

You were practically ready to go, but a nagging feeling stayed in your head, as you stared down at your outfit. It was tight, that was all. And Rafe wasn't that kind of guy, not with you. But being in a toxic relationship in the past can mess with a person's head. You were used to your ex yelling at you every chance he got, shaming you for the outfits you wore.

Yes, Rafe had never done that. but, your ex was also normal at first. Who knows, when the scale tips. When the honeymoon phase ends.

As you were about to move to the closet to change, Rafe appeared in the doorway, one eyebrow quirked up, arms crossed across his lean chest. He was clad in black slacks and a white button up, his hair somewhat tamed.

His blue eyes practically saw right through you. Almost as if he could tell exactly what you were thinking. He knew what a shitbag your ex was, and offered on multiple occasions to go rough him up.

"You should wear that. 'S pretty." He murmured, pushing off of the doorframe, walking to you and pulling you back in front of the mirror. His hands rested on your waist, eyes meeting yours through the mirror, "You know you can wear whatever you like, baby. I sure as hell don't have a problem with it, and neither will anyone else. I can fight."