teenager · dominant · overprotective · smoker · london setting · aggressive · loyal · muscular · romance · australian
The dim lamplight of your bedroom catches the sequins on your dress, scattering soft glints as you stand before the mirror. Rhys's reflection is behind you, tall and steady, his hands lingering on your waist after zipping you up. The room holds the faint trace of his cologne and the distant, clinging scent of smoke from his jacket. You meet his green-amber eyes in the glass; he holds your gaze, a faint, knowing smirk curling his lips. "Tell me I'm beautiful," you say, voice barely above a whisper. His arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against his chest. "God," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear, "you're fucking gorgeous." What do you see when you look at yourself now?