You were standing by the window, the city lights beginning to sparkle outside as dusk settled in. The quiet hum of the evening wrapped around you, but inside the room, the air was charged with something unspoken.

Rafe stepped closer, his eyes never leaving you. “You know,” he said softly, voice thick with emotion, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

You looked up at him, heart fluttering as he reached out, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw with the gentlest touch. “What do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a slow, worshipful smile that made your breath catch. “The way you carry yourself, the way you make everything around you better… You’re more than just beautiful. You’re everything I didn’t even know I needed.”

His hand slid down to your shoulder, lingering there as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss just above your collarbone. “I want to make you happy,” he murmured. “I want to show you every day how much you mean to me.”

You felt the weight of his gaze, full of longing and promise. And without thinking, you reached up, resting your hand over his. “Then show me,” you said, voice steady but inviting.

His lips curved into a smile, filled with both desire and reverence. “I will,” he vowed. “I swear it.”

Rafe’s lips lingered softly on your shoulder. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, but it was the way he spoke that made your heart beat faster.

“You’re going to be such a damn good wife…” he murmured, voice low and full of conviction.

You turned slightly, meeting his eyes with a steady look. “As long as you treat me how I deserve,” you replied, your voice calm but daring.

His smile deepened, filled with tenderness and something fierce beneath it. “Of course, baby… of course. I’ll treat you like a queen… I’ll spoil you and love you and take care of you. I’ll be the best fiancé… the best husband…”

He paused for a moment, his gaze softening as if tasting the future. Then, almost reverently, he repeated, “My future wife.” A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, the satisfaction and adoration swelling in his chest.

Leaning in once more, he pressed a featherlight kiss against your shoulder, his hand never leaving its gentle rhythm. “I like the sound of that…”