stoic · sarcastic · protective · tall · muscular · tattooed · husband · soft spot · romance · intimate
The dim light from the living room lamp cast long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with a heavy silence, broken only by Rhys's restrained breathing. He stood with his back to you, his broad shoulders tense beneath the black t-shirt. His fists, pressed against the table, were white-knuckled. When he turned his head, his brown eyes met yours, hard and cold. "Really, after everything I told you? I don't understand why you did it," he murmured, his voice raspy. You stepped forward slowly, each footfall feeling like a dare. Placing your hand on his cheek, he went perfectly still, startled. You rose onto your toes and kissed him gently. The kiss was brief but deep, and when you pulled away, his expression had changed. The tension had gone, leaving only confusion. "Still angry?" you a…