Uncharted Drabbles (Reader x Various Characters)

The Way You Said "I Love You" #19 (Rafe Adler x Reader)

#19. With no space left between us. (Rafe X Reader)

AN: Thank you to the sweet anon who wanted me to pick my favorite prompt; for their Rafe Adler request! This is a pre-U4 story and I hope I didn't mess this one up too bad. It's kinda meh. 

He wasn't answering his phone and that was bad because Rafe always answered your calls and texts when he wasn't in a meeting. It was well past five in the evening and he only had one meeting today which should have been over by now. Today, Rafe was meeting with his father and that thought alone made you feel uneasy because you knew that Rafe and his parents weren't on good terms. For some reason Rafe's father seemed especially cold toward his son and overtly critical of his actions.

You decided to make a quick call to Rafe's assistant, Julia, who was a wonderful woman; always so kind and warm. Evidently, Rafe had gone home a few hours ago, directly after his meeting. You thanked Julia quickly before grabbing your keys and heading out to your car

Over the years that you had known Rafe he opened up to you more and more. Eventually, you found out that Rafe's parents had practically been grooming him to take over the family business since he was a child. Your heart-ached when he told you about his childhood; if you could call it that. Days that he should have been spent out... well out being a kid. Instead he had private schools to attend, countless tutors taking up his time, and endless lists of reading material which kept him sheltered. You remember Rafe telling you one night that the first time he got to experience some sort of freedom was when his father allowed him to attend College away from home. Which coincidentally, is how the two of you had met.

You and Rafe had been best friends since your time together in college. Rafe had obviously studied Business, to be better prepared for when he would take over his family's business; yet you had majored in history. A subject that Rafe also loved and was rather well-versed in for his age. The two of you ended up having a lot of classes together throughout your Freshman year and from then on, the two of you were inseparable.

The more that you got to know Rafe, the more you realized just how much the two of you had in common. There were no secrets between the two of you and because of that you got to see a side of Rafe that no one else saw. A side that was warm, kind-hearted, and funny; a side that he shared only with you. Seeing him in those rare carefree moments when the two of you were alone is what made you fall in love with him. Yet given his past, you understood why Rafe also came off as aloof and why he often had such a temper. It still terrified you to see him fly off the handle but you were always able to calm him down.

You pulled into his driveway and quickly got out of the car, jogging up to the front door before opening it with the spare key Rafe had given you. The house was quiet and that made you slightly nervous. "Rafe! Are you here?"

After a moment of silence, you moved into his living room and called out again. "Rafe? Are you here?"

Then you heard it. The cacophonous sound of what you discerned was glass shattering coming from Rafe's office. You bolted in the direction of the sound and threw open the doors. Rafe's normally neat and pristine office was in complete shambles. Books strewn across the floor, his desk laid bare of his files and supplies, and more importantly shards of glass were scattered across the floor.

You cautiously took a few steps further into the office until your eyes landed on Rafe's familiar form. "Rafe? What happened?"

His back was turned towards you, the subtle shake to his hands didn't escape your notice. "Please Rafe, tell me what's wrong," you walked forward to gently to grasp his hand.

Rafe didn't pull away from your touch instead he entwined your fingers together and heaved a sigh. "My father, he tore me down in that meeting today. I worked my ass off for this presentation and he had the nerve to tell me that my work was a disgrace."

"Rafe-"

"Nothing is ever good enough for, my father."

"Rafe, that's not true-"

"Yes, it is, Y/N! I'm not good enough..."

When you turned to catch a glimpse of Rafe's face your heart broke. His eyes were welling up with tears so you threw your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a hug. He doesn't fight it rather he gives into it; pulling you closer. He still manages to tower over by a few inches.

You relish in the warmth for a few moments before pulling back to look him straight in the eye. "Rafe, I don't ever want to hear you say that you're not good enough. I don't know what it is that your father sees but you are good enough; more than good enough."

You reached up to wipe away a stray tear. "You are the most brilliant, charming, and kindest man that I've met. Who also happens to have a temper problem but you are more than, enough."

You were quickly pulled into Rafe's arms as close as humanly possible; you could feel Rafe's nose dragging along your jawline until he reached your ear. "Y/N, I love you. From the moment, I met you in that freshman year history class."

Your heart was racing but you coyly looked up him. "Is that why you nearly got us both thrown out of Medieval World History?" Rafe just smiled at you albeit hesitantly waiting for your response. "Rafe, I love you too. I have for a while now."

Thatwas all it took for Rafe pulling you in for a deep kiss leaving no spacebetween the two of you; not even air