It's been two weeks since (y/n) has gotten the news. Crushing her heart, and her will to carry on. Her hopes were washed away when she got the news that Rafe. Her boyfriend of four years is dead. She's always helped him throughout his troubles, and searches. She can remember the first time she met him.
"(y/n)! Hurry up will you?! We're going to be late. " (y/n) finished up putting in her tiny fake diamond studded earrings into her ear lobes,and sighs giggling." Thanks for the fifteenth heads up Martha. " Martha was an assistant of (y/n)'s employer at the time. Her job was to head over to a big gala, for some rich dudes father whom she's never heard of nor cared for,and get some information from attending guest about any leads to where her bosses thief ran off to. Her boss was a fan of her work. She's always worked for herself, but thought I'd be harmless to take a job here and there, make a living.(y/n) started off by running away from her abusive foster parents,and of course had to make a living for herself. She taught herself to live off of what others "didn't appreciate." and living off of thievery, turned into a live of exploration, and her own set of rules. "Alright I'm ready." (y/n) stated as she looks at her reflection in the mirror.
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She was wearing a dashing red velvet dress, the dress revealed her left leg as she walked. Her neck delicately decorated with a black velvet choker,and her feet with red heels. Her long dark brown hair reaching down to her waist, her dress carefully flaunting her curves. "You sure will not get into that mansion without getting noticed looking like that." Stated Martha. "Maybe not. But what's the fun in getting in easy?" She shot back. Martha was always passive aggressive. But (y/n)'s personality never let those things stand in her way. (y/n) and Martha head out to a limousine which (y/n)'s boss had rented for the occasion. After the long and awkwardly quiet journey to the mansion,(y/n) could not stop looking and analyzing every last inch of the front of the mansion. "Damn is this a whole other state?" (y/n) says giggling. Martha gives (y/n) a fake laugh and steps out of the limousine. (y/n) does the same, adjusting her dress, and thanks the driver as Martha heads over to her. "Alright you know what to do and how if you screw up in anyway your dead right? Great." before (y/n) could reply, Martha was out by the entrance gate where she was placed. "She's probably jealous she didn't get the inside job."(y/n) jokes to herself. Sighing loudly and excited, (y/n) made her way to the entrance."Nomme madame?" (y/n) has taught herself several languages and gave the bouncer her name. "Mon nom est (y/n)." Sighing to herself knowing her boss didn't get her in. "Pas sur la liste." The bouncer states. Of course (y/n) already knew she wasn't on the list. She begins stating that she knew someone inside but of course that didn't work. (y/n) smirked to herself and she walked away from the entrance. "This is where the fun begins." she says to herself. She walks around the from until she sees a window frame withing reach. She slowly and carefully trying not to call attention, removes her heels and jumps and grabs the window's edge. She climbs from ledge to ledge carefully not to dirty her clothes, and props herself onto a balcony. She places her heels back on, and a door opens. A well dressed older man, had stepped from a room to smoke. The man looked her way, but paid no mind to (y/n). So she slowly walked her way to the door, and walked into the main ball room smiling to herself thinking she's successful again at an entrance. She slowly makes her way down a large set of white stairs, to the ballroom floor. As she walks down the stairs, a handsome man catches her eye. The man looks back and seems to appreciate every bit of (y/n)'s outfit with his eyes. (y/n) made it to the ballroom floor, and slowly made her way to an old couple in the back to question them. She noticed the man trailing behind her. With no luck questioning the couple casually, she turns to walk away, and bumps into the handsome man from earlier. "Oh I'm terribly sorry sir!" (y/n) apologizes. The man smirks sending slight shivers down (y/n)'s back. He places a delicate hand onto her shoulder. "It's no problem doll. I didn't notice you were coming my way." He says with a voice that almost makes (y/n) melt. She smiles and nods. "Glad to find someone who speaks English. I'm (y/n) nice to meet you." (y/n) states as she shakes the man's hands. "Suits you. I'm Raphel Adler, but you can call me Rafe." the man smiles and offers (y/n) a drink. (y/n) sees no reason not to accept, so she does. And follows Rafe. (y/n) tells him she'd love a champagne, and Rafe nods. After a minute or so, the bartender hands Rafe two champagnes. "Good choice." He smiles again at (y/n). She decides to take this opportunity to ask Rafe about the thief. Rafe's expression changed slightly,and he questions why (y/n) would care about such things. "I follow the news and such. It's a pretty big theft!" (y/n) calmly replies. "I thought (y/n) (y/l/n) didn't take orders from others." This comment made (y/n)'s heart rush. How did he know her last name? She slowly backed away smiling, walking away. She felt Rafe follow her every step. And her pulse begins to pick up like crazy. She quickly makes her way up the stairs, leaving her drink, and entering a random room planning to escape from another window or balcony. Before she could close the door behind her, Rafe pushed it open, stepped in and closed it behind himself. "I read myself. How could I not know about you (y/n)? You're marvelous." Rafe states with passion. (y/n) shakes her head heading for a window feeling a hand tug at her arm stopping her. "You know that your boss was killed earlier this morning?" (y/n) stopped in her tracks. She remembers not getting any reminder calls about the mission this morning. But she pushed Rafe's hand aside and climbs out the window onto a balcony, before a bullet blew past her ear, and she dodged behind a pillar holding up the balcony. Moving her hand into her dress, she grabs a pistol from her thigh holster and peers around the corner of the balcony seeing Martha aiming towards her. "Shit I knew that bitch was crazy!" She loads her gun, and shoots out toward Martha receiving three shots back. (y/n) manages to hop to a closer balcony, and shoots Martha in the shoulder. Rafe runs through the window smirking as he pulls put a gun of his own, aiming towards Martha. (y/n) gazed at Rafe confused but thankful and continues aiming for Martha. Between Rafe and (y/n), Martha was down within five minutes. (y/n) hops over to Rafe's balcony, receiving a hand around the waist to help her up. "How'd you know? How'd you know Martha killed my boss?" (y/n) demanded. "Woah there (y/n). I simply do my research on people who steal from me." Those words shocked (y/n) as she begins thinking. "He.. Never had anything stolen from him.. I knew I recognized that last name. Adler. He.. Stole from you." (y/n) said receiving a reassuring nod from Rafe. "Correct. And you were just helping the enemy. Now before I'm forced to kill you, I have an offer." (y/n)'s face goes dull. "Use your talents, and work for me."
And ever since then, (y/n)'s been Rafe's right hand man. He always came to her first. When he would have his outbursts, they would never phase her, and she'd calm him down. It wasn't until four years ago when he invited her to live with him to reduce her time spent driving to work, that she felt she knew the real Rafe.
"Thank you again Rafe for letting me in this mansion." (y/n) giggles. "Mansion? This is just a small home (y/n/n)." (y/n) smiled to herself. She finishes setting up her room late at night, when she goes down to grab a drink. She sees a light coming from Rafe's office. "What's he still doing up?" (y/n) asked herself. She walks into the room to see a passed out Rafe on his desk. (y/n) giggles quietly and grabs a blanket from the sofa in the room, to wrap Rafe in. He quickly jolts up from this action. "Jesus (y/n) you scared the shit out of me!" Rafe had a couple of strands of hair fall onto his face gracefully. (y/n) apologises, and explains herself. But Rafe hears none of it. "I'm busy with my damn work I can't have you messing me up!" Rafe yells. "Yeah I could tell. That nap took a lot of brain power huh?" (y/n) joked. Rafe slammed his hands down onto his desk. "This isn't a joke (y/n)!" Rafe yelled. "(y/n/n)." She said. "What?!" Rafe asked. "My name is (y/n/n). You call me (y/n/n)." Rafe's expression seems to fall into an unreadable look. He looks at his desk, and back into (y/n)'s eyes. He quickly grabs her forcefully by her waist and props her onto his lap. Before (y/n) could argue he passionately kissed (y/n)'s soft lips, tangling his hands in her hair. (y/n) did not hesitate to kiss back as she settles into the kiss, and wraps her arms around his neck. They both pull away and (y/n) softly smiles. "I love you too."
And there she was. Crying to herself on the bed she shared with him. Reentering the memories that played back of that time. Tears dropping onto an album of photos as her door shook from a powerful knock. (y/n) quickly walked up to the door and opened it. "Not in the greatest mood. Would you mind stopping by la-" Before she could finish, her words dropped from her mouth, as she ran into the bruised arms of the man she loves. Overjoyed, and balling her eyes out she feels the embrace of her lover. "Hey there (y/n/n). Long time no see." (y/n) smiled wide and kissed Rafe with hunger. After the long hour of hugging and tears of joy, Rafe pulled (y/n) aside. "Almost dying, knowing that if I died you wouldn't know how I felt about you...was too much for me." Rafe stepped back and pulled out a big black box and opened it. "(y/n) (y/l/n). The love of my life. My greatest accomplishment. Will you seal our love, and marry me?" (y/n)'s eyes filled with tears as she yelled "yes!" and let Rafe place the ring onto her finger giggling and kissing all over his face. "Wait wait (y/n/n)! I got you something else." (y/n)'s eyes lit up and she shook her head but before she could reply, "I got you a real pair of diamond earrings. So you can get rid of those fakes. Because I'll always treat you right."
Later that night, Rafe explained all that went on. And how he escaped. Which led to many questions asked. (y/n) slept peacefully on the chest of her lover. Her fiance.
