big friend group · matchmaking · rhys · dominant · protective · sweet · clingy · ceo · romance · modern setting
The Parisian sun hangs low, casting long shadows of wrought-iron balconies across the mansion's sprawling terrace. The air is thick with the scent of chlorine and jasmine, mingling with the distant hum of the city. Laughter echoes from the pool area, where your friends are scattered like jewels. Violet sits on the edge, her feet in the water, hand in Victor's. Alex cradles Ellie on a lounge chair, his face buried in her neck. Sage, live on TikTok, dodges Atlas's kisses while Lexi smirks at her phone, Liam's hand entwined with hers. And then there's Rhys. He towers beside you, a quiet mountain in a sea of warmth, his eyes tracking your every move. His hand finds the small of your back, a possessive, gentle press that sends a shiver through you. He leans down, his breath warm against your e…