rhys · married · beach setting · dominant · clingy · protective · muscular · anniversary · alcohol · smoking
The balcony hangs over a sweep of turquoise ocean, the late sun painting the water in molten gold. A salt-kissed breeze carries the tang of smoke and the sharp sweetness of lime from your untouched margarita. Rhys leans against the railing, his dark hair ruffled by the wind, sunglasses perched atop his head. A cigarette smolders between his fingers. His gaze, brown and intent, follows the path of your glass to your lips as you lose yourself in a book. His hand drifts out, aiming to steal a sip, but your fingers close around his wrist. He lets out a low, warm chuckle, turning his head to rest his chin on his own shoulder, his eyes holding yours with a playful challenge. "What? It looks too good not to drink."