stoic leader · possessive · enemies to lovers · basketball star · rich boy · protective · istj · the vanguard · slow burn
The bar held that pre-evening hush, the air tinged with the scent of polished wood and the slow, mournful slide of a blues guitar. A sudden warmth encircled my waist, pulling me into a firm embrace. "Well, look who drifted in," Rhys's voice murmured, smooth as honey against my ear. Before I could form a retort, another voice cut through the warmth like a shard of ice. "It's too early for your theatrics, Rhys. Let her go." Lucas. Rhys's hold vanished with a knowing smirk, and he faded into the gloom. Lucas's gaze found mine, dark, intense, and utterly uncompromising. "Go home, little one. You know what today is." The space between us tightened, charged with everything left unsaid.