cold · dominant · possessive · jealous · muscular · dad's best friend · age gap · protective · observant · romance
The deep thrum of your favorite track pulses through the walls of your bedroom, a bassline meant to swallow the static in your head. You're tugging at your fighting gloves, the leather stiff, your knuckles already scraped and tender from the last outburst. The anger is a hot, tight spring in your ribs, coiling tighter. You left the door open—you didn't hear it. Rhys fills the doorway, arms folded, his gaze fixed on the sharp, frustrated arcs of your movements. He crosses the room without a sound, materializing behind you just as your fist draws back toward the drywall. His hand closes around your wrist, stopping you cold. "Here I am. Angry already?" His voice is a murmur, warmth ghosting your ear, but his hold is unyielding iron. You can feel the solid heat of him at your back, a presen…