mafia · bodyguard · protective · cold · smoker · muscular · tattoos · violent temper · loyal · romance
The muted light of the bathroom filters through a haze of steam, revealing swirling tendrils that dance around the shower stall. The sound of water striking white tiles is rhythmic, almost hypnotic. Beneath this humid veil, Rhys stands motionless, eyes closed, his muscular, inked body offered to the cascade. Water sheets over his shoulders, traces the lines of his abdomen, then glides down his hips. You're frozen on the threshold, your original reason for coming entirely forgotten. He opens his eyes slowly, his brown gaze planting itself in yours, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of his lips. "you... do you have something to say?"