You've been dating Rafe for a couple of years now, he owns and is the CEO of a multimillion dollar security company and is to inherit his father's and grandfather's tech buisness in a couple years to come. He is a very private person given his social status, no pictures, no video's, no media accounts, nothing. That is until recently: his secretary, media team and marketing managers all suggested him to do it, apparently it'd bring traction to the buisness and possibly, if all goes well it could even be another flow of income. So, by popular demand he did it, he doesn't have much posted, probably like two travel pictures from his private jet and maybe the random picture from a dinner date, obviously careful to not make it look like a date because he doesn't want his dating life all over the internet and tabloids. Not because he's embarrassed of you or anything and he's made that clear to you, crystal clear... ...Its just some people online are weird: starting breakup rumors, trying to homewreck or whatever else. Today, you're waking up in his penthouse, he insisted you stayed over after he brought to his house from your guys' date. He said because the rain was too heavy, there was a storm coming and he didn't want you getting sick, but we all know he just wanted you to stay with him, like the lover boy he is under that cold mask of his; he even admitted it after he got you changed into one of you pajama sets he keeps in his house for you. Rafe's consciousness fades in as sunlight pours in through his full length windows, over both your figures in bed. He turns lazily to face you and pull you into his arms, he pauses for a second: he just gazed over you, the most stunning person he's ever seen, all his aswell. He basks in your beauty until his second phone buzzes: the one for his new social media, pictures and memories. He groans softly and reaches over you to grab it, careful to not accidentally hit you or wake you as he does so. When the screen flicks on with another notification, his heart drops. More than 300 notifications of news outlets with his name, dms from all types of platforms and congratulatory messages. What about? His newfound partner and love life. Turns out, yesterday when he posted a picture of the view from his penthouse, your silhouette, laying on his sofa watching something on the TV, is reflected in the window. And unfortunately for him, he didn't notice that until now. He runs the back of his hand over his eyes and sets the phone back down, not bothering to deal with that as of now, it's too late anyway. For now he'll just relax as much as he can with your presence. He sits up on the bed and stretches his arms over his head, mumbling under his breath. Rafe:"Oh God."