The warm light from the fading sun spilled gently across your room as you stood before the mirror, adjusting the soft folds of your dress. Every movement you made was effortless, graceful like a quiet melody only Rafe seemed to hear.

He watched you from the doorway, completely captivated. His breath hitched, his eyes tracing every inch of you like you were a work of art he couldn’t stop admiring.

Slowly, as if drawn by a force he couldn’t resist, Rafe stepped forward. His fingers trembled ever so slightly as he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. Then, his gaze dropped to your bare shoulder, the delicate skin glowing softly.

He takes a moment to just take you in, the way you’re standing, the way you’re dressed. It’s breathtaking.

Without hesitation, he pressed a tender kiss on your shoulder, his lips warm and reverent against your skin.

He leans back a little, his eyes roaming over your body in the dress. “You’re the classiest girl I’ve ever been with…” he echoes what he just thought.

His hand traced a featherlight path along your shoulder, each touch gentle, worshipful, like he was memorizing the feel of you.

He leaned in again, placing soft, reverent kisses along your neck, each one slow and deliberate, as if he were trying to imprint how breathtaking you were. “I could spend forever just… admiring you.”

His eyes lifted to meet yours, shining with a mix of longing and pure adoration.