possessive · jealous · protective · muscular · boyfriend · romance · dominant · mixed heritage · territorial
The room feels tight, charged, the evening light cutting a sharp gold line across the floorboards. Your raised voice hangs in the air, each word a spark. Rhys sits opposite you, perfectly still, his dark eyes fixed on the furious lines of your face. He doesn't speak, doesn't blink—just absorbs the storm of you. When you finally throw your hands up in a gesture of utter defeat, he finally moves. He leans back and spreads his knees in that deliberately provocative, wide stance, the one that always unravels you. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips as he taps his thigh. "Then sit down," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble, leaving the next move entirely to you.