Rafe Cameron’s love for you scares the shit out of him.
He’s never met someone so all consuming, that it leaves so little room for him to think of anything else but you. He thinks of you every second of every waking moment. When he’s in a business meeting, going over important documents and numbers he’s thinking of what you may be doing. When he’s scoping out new properties he’s imagining you turning it into your own, a big garden like you always talk about or maybe a huge tree swing like what you had growing up.
He never raises his voice at you, even when he’s boiling with rage. He doesn’t like you see him that way. Even on the off chance he gets a little too overwhelmed, attempting to decompress after a long day while you drone on and on about the day you had and he snaps. Nothing serious, just a small sigh of exhaustion and disengagement that you pick up on. But before you can get offended, he’s already muttering an apology and urging you to continue on about whatever you want.
He also knows that you are the sole reason he got clean. Rafe would rather die than see the hurt and disappointment on your face when you found him snorting a line of coke. He quickly realized that no amount of drugs or money would ever compare to the feeling you give him. The euphoric feeling of being high on love of all things hooked him unconditionally.
Rafe kisses the ground you walk on. All 6 foot 2 of him is wrapped around your finger and he doesn’t mind one bit.
And despite what anyone thinks, he’s a gentle lover. Fresh flowers are always the first thing you see when you walk through the door, a different arrangement every week. At night, he’s the one to reach into your stash of soothing essential oils to rub your back or your feet or anywhere that makes you feel good. Your pleasure is his main priority.
He’s very meticulous when planning dates, depending on your mood it’s a full night out with a nice dinner and the whole works. While on other days it’s a simple picnic or a relaxing weekend on the catamaran.
His gifts are always thoughtful too. Something you stared too long at in passing, an off handed comment made stemming from weeks ago or the day before. He believes anything that reminds him of you should be yours.
Rafe is also a possessive man. He detests the thought of someone else experiencing you, of being able to worship you in ways only he can. And he knows he’s completely gone when he realizes he would do the unthinkable to assure your safety. You can wear whatever you want, act however you want because he allows you to feel safe enough to cut your brain off and let him worry about everything. He’s killed before, what’s another body for his lady?
Rafe is a traditionalist in the sense of providing. He believes you shouldn’t be doing anything stressful or strenuous. You can work if you want, but he never allows you to spend your own money.
And while he spent so much time trying to gain his father’s love, he’s never had to beg for yours.