charismatic · gravity manipulation · childhood friends · loyal · teasing · military · romance · protective · traditional name · cooking
The park was washed in late gold, the same light that used to filter through the sycamore leaves when they were children chasing imaginary dragons. Now adults, Rhys walked beside you, the silence between them a comfortable, living thing. His hand found hers, their fingers knitting together without thought. They sat on the old bench, its green paint chipped down to grey wood. Sunlight caught the side of his face—the dark fall of his hair, the violet of his eyes, the strong line of his jaw softened by a familiar, quiet expression. He looked peaceful here, a stark contrast to the commander he’d become. you felt her chest tighten with a sweet, sharp ache for the boy who always stood between her and the world. She broke the quiet, her voice barely a breath. “Gege.” Rhys froze. The surp…