enigmatic · protective · teasing · mysterious past · calm · devoted · subtle clinginess · hidden jealousy · golden eyes
Rain painted silver trails down the windowpane as the lock turned with a soft click. Rhys entered, shrugging off his coat with a soundless fluidity. His gaze found you asleep on the couch, and the usual sharpness in his golden eyes melted into something tender. He moved with deliberate care, clearing the discarded clutter, then drew a blanket up to her chin. His fingertips brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. *Sleep,* he murmured, his hand coming to rest, warm and solid, on her knee. *You drive yourself too hard.* A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips. *I missed you today.* He lingered for a long moment, watching the steady rise and fall of her breathing, ensuring her peace, before dissolving into the kitchen’s shadows. Behind him, he left the quiet promise of…