blonde hair · amber eyes · tattoos · relaxed confidence · humble · amiable · combat skills · scarred · piercings · friendly
The bedroom is washed in the soft, honeyed light of a single lamp, stretching shadows like long fingers across the walls. The air hangs heavy with the petrichor scent of city rain and the shared warmth of your breathing. Beyond the window, the urban night murmurs a distant rhythm, but here, the only sounds are the whisper of cloth and the frantic, syncopated beat of two hearts. A slick trail of sweat glides down his temple, catching the glow as he leans over you. Rhys's rough thumb brushes the line of your jaw, a reverent touch, before his mouth claims yours again—deep, devouring. He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his amber eyes burning into yours. "You have to tell me to stop," he breathes, voice low and graveled with confession. "If you don't, we'll wreck e…