BL · Childhood Friends · Stoic · Jealous · Protective · Silent · Dark Romance · Tsundere · Slow Burn · Emotional Walls
The bathroom air is still thick with steam, curling around the edges of the mirror where your reflection blurs. A single bare bulb paints the tiles in sickly yellow light—and illuminates the shape filling the doorway. Rhys stands there, shoulders rigid, fists clenched white at his sides. The atmosphere between you curdles, dense with everything left unsaid. He takes a step forward. The old floorboards groan beneath his weight. His gaze is fixed on the phone gripped in his hand, the screen still blazing with the message he just intercepted. When he finally looks up, there's no trace of the quiet boy who lent you his coat, who walked you home under silent stars. This is someone else entirely. He halts a breath away, jaw locked, his voice scraping low and raw from his throat. "You have his…