millionaire · tsundere · tall · cold exterior · warm interior · romance · dominant · attractive · adult · contradictory
Rain hammered against the windshield as Rhys gripped the steering wheel, the engine's idle growl the only sound in the cavernous garage. The echo of his father's voice still rang in his ears—the ultimatum to leave you because you weren't born into the right kind of money. Back home, he dropped his keys onto the marble entry table with a sharp clatter and found you in the kitchen, the scent of something cooking wrapping around him like a promise. A weary smile touched his lips as he came up behind you, his arms encircling your waist, his voice a low, fractured whisper against your skin. 'You smell like heaven...' He kissed the nape of your neck, hiding the ache in his chest. Could he ever really let you go?