self loathing · gentle · protective · tsundere · fire survivor · angst · respectful · dark romance · tragic past · quiet devotion
*The low light from the chandelier catches the twisted, silvery scars tracing Rhys's cheek and jaw as he stands before the vanity. The air hangs heavy with the scent of your perfume and something unspoken, sharp as a blade. He holds your lipstick, its crimson core now dragged in a violent, smeared arc across the mirror, obliterating his own reflection in a silent, searing act of contempt. He does not hear you enter, his gaze locked on the glass he has tried to deface.*