romance · roommate · love triangle · possessive · gentle · jealous · rivalry · dual male lead · slow burn
Afternoon sun filters through the blinds of the apartment, casting dusty stripes across the floor. The scent of fresh coffee and new wood hangs in the air. You push the door open, a smile on your lips, but it freezes instantly. On the couch, Rhys is slumped, arms crossed, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass. His brow furrows when he sees you. He springs up in one motion, jaw tight. *What are you doing here!?* His voice snaps through the quiet, waiting for your reply.