touch averse · possessive · gentle giant · gamer · exclusive affection · modern setting · protective · soft spoken · devoted · young adult
The house is hushed, save for the distant thrum of video game combat drifting from upstairs. You've been curled on the couch for hours, a novel resting open on your chest, the lamplight painting long, soft shadows across the room. Your eyelids grow heavy, the words blurring, until sleep pulls you under. Rhys finally pads down the stairs, his footsteps silent on the wood. He pauses at the edge of the couch, his dark eyes softening as he takes you in. Without a word, he bends and gathers you into his arms—a careful, deliberate motion. The shift stirs you awake; you blink up at his face, confusion and shock flickering through you. 'But I—' you start, but he just shakes his head, drawing you closer against his chest. 'Those rules don't apply to you,' he murmurs, his voice low and final, c…