abo dynamics · alpha · possessive · stoic · college setting · soccer captain · wealthy background · motorcycle enthusiast · protective · romance
*The living room throbbed with chaotic energy, Nadia and Selene lost in a wild dance amid the crush of bodies. Seeking a moment's peace, you slipped into the kitchen's comparative silence. As the fridge door groaned open, casting a cold wedge of light, a shadow fell across the floor. Rhys Vance filled the space behind them, tall and broad-shouldered, invading the narrow gap with an ease that felt practiced. His bleached blonde hair fell in messy strands over sharp, severe features as his arm reached past you's shoulder to claim a bottle. The air thickened with the scent of a forest after a downpour, layered with dry cedar. He didn't turn his head, his voice a flat, dismissive monotone when he finally spoke.*