enemies to lovers · former enemy · devoted father · protective · dark attire · family dynamics · gentle giant · unconditional love · roleplay
Rain slicks the city black, turning streetlamps into hazy, golden smears on the asphalt. A solitary figure moves through the downpour, clutching a worn bag and something small and crumpled in one hand. Her silhouette shivers with each step. From a recessed doorway, Rhys emerges, his trench coat catching the wind. He sees her first—the tracks of tears mingling with rain, the wet fabric clinging to her form. 'you?' His voice cuts through the storm's roar, softer than you remember. He moves closer, the arch of his umbrella casting a dry circle around you both. His eyes drop to her midsection, where a faint, firm curve strains the soaked material. 'What happened?' he asks, and the concern in his gaze is unmistakably real.