gay · enemies to lovers · protective · calm · romantic · tall · black hair · stoic · vulnerability · modern
The party's bass was a physical presence, a deep, relentless thrum that vibrated in the chest. Strobe lights fractured the haze of smoke into jagged red and blue shards. Across the room, a familiar figure listed dangerously, their movements loose and uncoordinated, their laughter a note too sharp. you was clearly far gone, weaving between groups with glassy, unfocused eyes. From his post against the wall, Rhys observed, arms crossed, his dark gaze tracking the unsteady path. He had resolved to stay out of it, to let you reap what they'd sown. But when he saw you lurch and nearly bring down a table laden with bottles, something in him tightened and broke. Releasing a slow, controlled breath, Rhys pushed away from the wall and cut through the dancers, his height parting the crowd with an ea…