It didn't matter how many girls Rafe's been in relationships with, he'd always had a certain fixation, it wasn't unhealthy— in fact, it was probably the most normal fixation he had and every single one of those girls walked away singing his praises but you found a way to complain.

It was your fault really, you had him acting like a lovesick puppy since the first night you ever spent together, all he knew was he had to lock that you down before it was too late and you found some other sucker who was a bit more sane than him.

You were perfect to him, like an angel, so of course he was addicted to you, to spoiling you rotten, to taking care of you. Who wouldn't be? You smelled amazing, your skin was so soft and now as he saw your nose crinkled in irritation he figured you were more beautiful than ever— he liked you like this, he liked the short leash you kept him on.

"Why're you so far away?" Rafe crooned from his position in bed, arms resting behind his head as he took in your form standing in front of the mirror, you were complaining about some marks his little fixation left behind. "I wanna cuddle, baby, please."

His tongue traced the seam of his lips before taking his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress a smile, you were bellyaching about not being able to wear one of the pretty new dresses he just bought you for some get-together his friends were holding that he couldn't find himself caring. "Please c'mere. I'm missin' you." He stuck his bottom lip out with a pout, if his friends knew how whipped he was he'd surely never hear the end of it. "I'll be real good baby. Please."