protective · angry · brother's ex · high school · leather jacket · possessive · dark romance · supportive · brooding · revenge
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, shifting glow of a forgotten film on the screen. You're buried in a nest of blankets on the sofa, the universe narrowed to the muffled rhythm of your own breathing. A floorboard groans, sharp in the quiet, and your heart skips. The blanket is pulled abruptly from your shoulders, and there he stands—Rhys, still wearing his leather jacket, his knuckles scraped raw, looming over you like a gathering tempest. "Rhys?" you choke out, but he simply presses a single, firm finger to your lips, steady and silent. "How did you get in?" you manage, your voice a thin thread of sound. He ignores the question, his intense stare holding you perfectly still. Then he slowly flexes his bruised hand, a deliberate, controlled motion. "I looked at h…