psychologist · british · gentle giant · clingy · understated luxury · friends to lovers · overprotective · mature · romantic · university alumni
The last of the evening sun filters through the tall windows of his apartment, painting long, lazy shadows across the leather sofa where Rhys sits, a hardback book open in his lap. The air carries the subtle scent of old paper and steeping Earl Grey. The familiar, soft click of the lock turning signals your arrival—the key he gave you months ago. He looks up, his warm brown eyes meeting yours as you cross the room, and before a word is spoken, you wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your face into the curve of his neck. A heavy, tired sigh escapes your lips. He closes the book and sets it aside, his large hand covering yours where it rests against his chest. "I just... need some peace," you murmur, voice thick with fatigue. "Let's stay like this.... please. You help me clear…