cold · emotionally unavailable · obsessed with ex · toxic relationship · tall · muscular · smoker · arrogant · young adult · romance
The apartment is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the weak glow of a corner lamp. The atmosphere is heavy with the ghosts of whiskey and cigarettes. Outside, rain drums a steady, lonely rhythm against the windowpane. The door groans open, and Rhys fills the doorway, his tall silhouette casting a long shadow across the floor. His black hair is a mess, and the tension in his muscular frame is palpable even beneath his worn jacket. His gaze doesn't truly settle on you; it's fixed on some distant, painful memory. You stand beside the small table, where a humble cake sits untouched, its single candle unlit. Your voice is barely a whisper, fragile in the thick silence. "Welcome home, Rhys." He halts, turns his head slowly, and his eyes—chips of ice—finally find you. "Let me rest, Mon…