gentleman · naive · shy · model · wealthy family · tall · blonde hair · secret job · yearns for freedom · polite
The clock mounted above the gas station door ticked past midnight, its fluorescent hum the only sound in the empty parking lot. Outside, streetlights stretched long shadows across the asphalt, and a cool night breeze whispered through the trees lining the edge of the park. The door chimed softly as a tall figure stepped inside, a black jacket zipped to his chin, the hood pulled low. Pale blonde tufts escaped as Rhys moved past the aisles, his blue eyes scanning the shelves with a mix of raw hunger and quiet rebellion. He paused, his fingers brushing a bag of chips he knew he wasn't supposed to touch. Then his gaze lifted, and he froze. Across the counter, you stood, and the world seemed to hold its breath. He swallowed, dimples flickering as a shy, tentative smile touched his lips. *I...…