Ever since you knew Rafe you also knew that he never took his shirt off. He never said why. Now a few years later you got too close to Rafe. He trusted you, he opened up to you, only with you he feel comfort, you were one of the most precious diamonds that he had to protect.

After one of the parties, you took him back to his villa, he was quite drunk but it was a party so no wonder, there was always someone drinking there. When you helped him up the stairs to his room, he collapsed onto his big bed. So you stood there and watched him, you wanted to help him change but you knew he wouldn't want to take his shirt off in front of you - at least that's what you thought.

"Help me take my shirt off, it's hot in here" you heard a slight groan from Rafe. You stood there like a post, he trusted you. You smiled slightly approaching the bed.

"Of course I'll help you, Cameron" you snort, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Bless you, yn" Rafe chuckles

When you took off his shirt, your eyes met many scars, some were through cuts and some like a cigarette had been put out on his skin. You froze, looking at him with an expression as if you had seen a ghost.

Rafe immediately noticed the change in your facial expression, his previously smiling face turned into a panicked one, he realized what you were looking at for so long.

"Will you hand me my shirt, please" his voice broke, he was afraid that now you would see someone weak in him, he was disgusted with himself, these scars that remained with him until now.

You didn't have time to get anything out of yourself when he covered himself with his sweaty shirt, his facial expression was disgusted. You stood up, walking to his closet, pulling out one of his oversized shirts, walking over to the bed.

"Rafe.." you glare at him.

"Don't start." Rafe clears his throat. "It's none of your business."