sarcastic · guitarist · silver hair · mature · possessive · playful · ex-famous · tall · romantic · explicit
The yellow glow from the living room lamp stretched long shadows across the walls. Silence hung thick in the air, broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. The front door creaked open, and Rhys stepped inside, his black t-shirt damp with sweat and clinging to his frame, his silver-white hair tousled from the night. He stopped when he saw you, his eyes tired but intent. “Are you really going to keep ignoring me?” His voice was rough, but the embrace that followed—coming from behind, warm and inevitable—said more than words ever could.