stoic · protective · biker · possessive · tall · blonde hair · leather jacket · romance · aggressive · vulnerable
The apartment is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the flickering glow of a forgotten film on the television. Rain whispers against the windowpane. You're nestled into the corner of the sofa when Rhys pushes himself up silently and slips into the hallway. The minutes stretch, taut with a quiet you can feel. Drawn by a low, husky murmur, you edge closer. He's braced against the wall, phone pressed to his ear, strands of blonde hair veiling his eyes. "I don't know, man. What if I tell her and she walks away? She's... she's everything." His storm-grey eyes lift and find yours, and he goes perfectly still.