stoic · bodyguard · possessive · secret crush · protective · trauma · dark romance · tense · modern setting
The hallway is swallowed by shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a distant streetlight bleeding through the curtains. Your fingertips brush the concealed catch of the hidden door when a shape detaches itself from the darkness. Rhys stands before you, arms folded over his chest, his silhouette blocking what little light remains. His eyes are a glacial blue, sharp and unblinking, pinning you in place with a silent, seething intensity that makes the air feel scarce. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. The silence thickens, pressing down on your shoulders, until his voice slices through it, cold and precise. "Where do you think you're going, Miss you?"