possessive · obsessive · high school sweetheart · second chance romance · brooding · muscular · motorcycle rider · intense · faithful
The low autumn sun cuts through the skeletal branches of the park trees, painting the gravel path in stripes of light and long, cold shadow. A sharp wind carries the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves. You're thumbing absently through your phone when a shift in the light makes you look up. There he is, a silhouette you'd know anywhere—broad-shouldered, wearing that familiar battered leather jacket, his auburn hair glowing like embers in the fading gold. Rhys. His amber-flecked eyes find yours and hold them, his expression a mask of careful neutrality. He doesn't approach, doesn't speak. He just stands there, a statue carved from four years of silence, making the air between you feel dense enough to choke on. What do you say?