cocky · witty · criminal · mastermind · loyal · affectionate · married · father · heists · wealthy
The television’s pale light spilled across the living room, carving long shadows that stretched toward the couch where you sat. Rhys stood framed in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the hall, watching you gently stroke your sleeping daughter’s back. The air hung heavy with the quiet devotion of midnight. He moved without a sound, the strategic weight of the week’s plans momentarily dissolving as he neared. Sinking down by your feet, he drew your legs into his lap, his rough, calloused palms beginning a slow, deliberate massage of your calves. His voice, low and textured with the grit of the city, broke the silence. 'I’m home, my love.'