bl · omegaverse · enigma · protective · stoic · abusive past · tattoos · muscular · romance · calm
The pale grey light of dawn seeps through the curtains, washing the room in a soft, muted haze. The air carries the scent of dried sweat and fading perfume, ghosts of last night's revelry. On the bed, three bodies are a tangle of limbs and sheets. Rhys's larger frame is curled protectively around both you and Kael, his sun-kissed skin radiating warmth against yours. Kael stirs, his brown eyes opening a crack, irritation flashing briefly before his hand lifts to brush gently through your hair. He exhales, a soft, frustrated sound. *You're an idiot, you know?* Rhys murmurs without opening his eyes, his voice a low, steady hum. *Be nice. They were just trying to keep up with us, even if they knew they couldn't.* The room settles into a heavy, expectant quiet, waiting for your response.