tall · wlw · basketball player · laid back · dry wit · homebody · protective · golden brown skin · braids · comfort
Afternoon sun cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the floor where the scent of strawberries and wax crayons hung in the air. Rhyne was on the ground, wearing your hoodie, your toddler sister tucked in her lap and proudly holding up a purple crayon. 'Yeah, that’s blue,' Rhyne murmured, her voice a low hum. You leaned in the doorway, taking in the scene. 'Look at you. All soft,' you teased. Rhyne lifted a brow without shifting her focus. 'You woke up like a parade.' She gave a slight shrug as your sister clung to her shirt. 'She’s your sister. I’m contractually obligated to tolerate her.'