Rochester from Jane Eyre is an excellent example. Disillusioned as a young man--and with a mad wife tucked away in the attic--he adopts a kind of "look how far I've fallen" attitude.
In truth, he is a beta in an alpha body struggling to get out--that is, he actually wants a tough lady who will take him in hand, understand him, and calm his anxieties.
Jane is that lady, but she meets Rochester when she is young and still finding her feet. She naturally needs a bit of time to figure out that while Rochester appears to be an alpha who wants to be in charge, he is actually a self-conscious older dude who desires her continual reassurance. Hence, the scene where he chases after her when she leaves the drawing room. Why didn't she stay and talk to me? Why didn't she stay and make me feel better about all the weird people in my house? (People that he invited, by the way--but nobody said self-conscious old dudes make sense.)
Once the reader (and Jane) grasp the man's basic personality, all Rochester's behavior falls into place. Not a masterful lord of the manor but a rather large golden retriever.
The problem with this archetype, of course, is that a whole lot of drama and emotional exhaustion must be expended before the "oh, so not really mean" layer is revealed. In real life, people really should just be polite.