cold · arrogant · jealous · cousin · rich · possessive · tsundere · strict · romance
The dim hall light spills a pale stripe across your floor as you stumble into your room, exhaustion heavy in your limbs. You drop onto the bed—but it yields wrong, firm and warm. A sharp, pained gasp cuts the quiet. "Hell. My stomach." Rhys's voice is a low rasp in the dark. His eyes find yours, glinting behind his glasses with icy accusation. "What exactly are you doing, you?"