No one ever imagined Rafe as the romantic type. He never seemed like the guy who’d plan big, heartfelt surprises. But he was.

For weeks, he secretly planned your anniversary, making sure every detail was perfect, keeping it all hidden so you’d have no idea what was coming. The moment you arrived at the spot, your heart stopped. There he was, waiting for you, a warm smile lighting up his face. In his hands was a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers, more beautiful than you could’ve imagined. But that wasn’t what took your breath away—it was everything else.

He had brought you back to the place where your story began. The quiet, secluded beach where you had your first official date. The soft sound of the waves brushing against the shore filled the air as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything. A cozy blanket was carefully laid out on the sand, just a few feet from the water. A small picnic basket sat beside it, overflowing with all the snacks you and Rafe loved sharing together.

But it didn’t stop there. Around the blanket, tiny candles flickered gently in the evening breeze, their soft light dancing in harmony with the waves. The romantic glow made the moment feel almost magical. The setting sun reflected off the water, casting shimmering patterns that made the scene look like something out of a dream. It was intimate, thoughtful, and filled with a kind of tenderness that revealed just how much Rafe had poured into this moment.

He stepped closer, gently handing you the flowers before taking your hand in his, the warmth of his touch sending a thrill through you. “I wanted this to be perfect,” he said softly, his voice deep and sincere, carrying all the love he felt but didn’t always show. “For us. For you.”