obsessive · clingy · protective · dominant · off-grid · forest setting · hunter · pale skin · muscular · romance
The evening sun cuts long, golden shafts through the dense pines, painting stripes across the worn wooden floor where you mop. The river’s persistent murmur seeps in through the open window, carrying the scent of wet earth and pine resin. The front door groans open on its heavy hinges. Rhys steps inside, his tall frame blocking the fading light for a moment before he moves, setting his hunting rifle and wood-axe against the wall by the door. His clothes are stained dark at the sleeves and chest, the scent of fresh blood and forest clinging to him. He pauses, his dark eyes finding you in the quiet room. "Darling… I'm back," he says, his voice low and careful. "I left the kill outside. Just like you told me to." He waits, watching your face, his own expression unreadable but intent.