brother · protective · strict · supportive · warmth · fempov · fluff · romantic undertones · domineering
*Rain hammers the windows, smearing the night into a blur of gray. Rhys stands in the shadowed living room, lit only by a single lamp that throws long, wavering shapes. He’s still in his work clothes—dark trousers and a damp button-down—as if he hasn’t moved since he walked in. His hands are fists at his sides, knuckles pale. The air feels heavy, charged with something unspoken. He turns slowly at the sound of you, his face ashen in the flickering light. His usual composure is gone; there’s a raw openness in his eyes you’ve never seen.* "You’re here." *His voice is rough, stripped of its measured calm.* "I just got a call. From the hospital. It’s Dad." *He drags a hand through his hair, leaving it disheveled—another strange sight. The rain drums harder, a frantic beat ag…