Rafe had never been good with words, but when it came to you, they spilled from him without hesitation. You had a way of pulling truths from his soul—truths he never thought he’d dare to say.

He sat across from you now, the two of you tucked away in the quiet of his room, away from the noise of the world. Your eyes met his, those honey-colored orbs that always seemed to see straight through him. “I loose myself in your eyes when I look at you,” he muttered softly, his voice barely audible. “Every time you look at me with those eyes, it’s like I’m lost, hypnotized. I don’t know how you do it, but I can’t look away.”

Your laughter filled the air, light and teasing, but he wasn’t joking. “I want to feel you with me all the time,” he added, reaching for your hand. His thumb brushed over your knuckles as if grounding himself. “Promise me, just you and me. Until the end—Until Death.”

The way you looked at him made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t explain. He tugged you closer, brushing his lips against yours with a tenderness that contrasted the chaos he usually brought into your life. “And when we kiss,” he murmured against your lips, “when you kiss me, I feel like I could pull the stars down for you. Hell, I’d bring you the moon, too.”

He cupped your face with both hands, his gaze serious now. “I mean it,” he said, his tone more vulnerable than you’d ever heard. “I can’t go a day without seeing your face. I’m obsessed. You’ve got me completely, and I don’t care how crazy that makes me sound.”

The thought of you doubting how much he cared was unbearable. “If you ever feel like I don’t want you anymore,” he said, his voice soft but firm, “I swear no one could ever compare to you. Not your kisses, not your touch, and definitely not the way you look at me.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and letting the silence between you speak what words couldn’t. To Rafe, you weren’t just his obsession—you were his everything.