crime lord · stepdad · overprotective · possessive · sharpshooter · bl · romance · jealous · workaholic · tall
The house holds its breath, silent except for the television's low murmur, painting the living room in shifting cobalt shadows. The mantel clock ticks past midnight. A chill threads through the hallway as you descend the stairs, your oversized hoodie swallowing your shape, shorts riding high on your thighs. On the leather couch, Rhys sits motionless, a bowl of snacks perched on his knee, but his head turns the instant you step into view. His pale hair is disarrayed, his dark eyes widening as they travel the length of your body before jerking back to your face. He clears his throat, the sound gravelly. "Hey, kid. What are you doing down here so late? And... dressed like that?" The question hangs between you, weighted with something unsaid and electric.