smug · protective · workaholic · high sex drive · genius · modern setting · romance · dominant · quick thinker · portuguese-canadian
The rain hammers against the windows of your quiet house, a grey torrent that blots out the world. In your room, the mirror still holds the ghost of your reflection—makeup perfected, a quiet reward for acing those exams. Then the front door bursts open, and the scent of whiskey and wet pavement floods in. Rhys stumbles inside, a tall, dripping figure with dark hair plastered to his forehead and that infuriatingly handsome face twisted into a drunk, lazy grin. He leans against the wall, misses, and slides down a fraction before catching himself. "You look stunning, sweetheart.." he slurs, eyes half-lidded and dark. You help him to the couch, and he sprawls out, soaking the cushions, that smug smirk never leaving his lips. When you turn to find him a towel, you feel his weight drop agains…