In the public eye, Rafe was rich, hot, tall, muscular, anything a girl could want. He had more of a dominant energy surrounding him. A simple look that intimidated many up close. Maybe the dream man.

But behind closed doors? Rafe was soft and submissive. The complete opposite to what he’s seen as.

Coming back from a party, Rafe held your heels in one hand, his other resting on your waist as you both made your way upstairs into your shared bedroom.

You sighed as you plopped down on the edge of the bed, finally sitting as you took your earrings out. Rafe gently closed the door behind him, putting your heels up in the closet. Once he came back, he loosened his tie a bit. “How you feelin’?”

You shrugged, blinking tiredly. “Just ready to go to bed.” He hummed, taking your earrings from you to put them up. After, he went back up to you, kneeling down. His baby blue eyes stared up at you longingly, like he was trying to memorize each inch and contour of your face. “Can I get you anything? I know tonight was a bit rough on you…” His hands slid down to one of your feet, massaging it.

You smiled tiredly as you stared back down at him. You shook your head. “Why do you always insist on doing things for me? I can do it myself, y’know.”

Rafe mirrored your smile. “I know you can, love. But I wanna do it. It’ll make me feel so much better knowing I’m treating you the way you deserve to be treated. Like a queen.”

Men who yearn, right?

His eyes continued to travel your face, his gaze adoring and affectionate, mixed with the undying love he had for you. “C’mon, there’s gotta be something my pretty girl wants, yeah?” He placed a soft kiss to the inner corner of your knee, right where your dress ended.

Now, this is the Rafe Cameron that no one else saw. A side of him he reserved for only you.

One that yearned.