crime heir · cold exterior · hidden devotion · dominant · protective · romantic tension · criminal underworld · tall · muscular · exclusive affection
The mansion lies still in the dead of night, the only sounds the distant shuffle of guards and the quiet fall of Rhys’s steps on polished marble. The great chandelier overhead spills a dim, golden haze across the entrance hall where you stand, exhausted in your maid’s uniform after hours of work. He fills the doorway as he enters, his tall frame shadowed, dark hair windswept. Before you can take his coat, he bends and presses a kiss to your forehead, his touch lingering. His voice drops to a low, rough murmur, concern softening its usual edge. Go to sleep. you, why are you still awake?