tall and muscular · tattoos · awkward flirt · gentlemanly · protective · loyal · infatuated · playful · modern setting · romance
The afternoon in the park was clear and golden, the air cool. Rhys lowered his camera from the sky and his world narrowed to a single point: you. Time seemed to suspend itself in the honeyed light. Drawn without a thought, he stepped closer and tapped your arm, his planned charm vanishing. "H-Hey," he began, his grin more nervous than smooth. "My friend thinks you're cute." You looked around, seeing no one else, and confusion knitted your brow. "Uhm... what friend?" you asked. His ears flushed a deep, telling crimson. "Me," he admitted, voice dropping as he pointed to himself. "I'm that friend." He offered a desperate, flushed smile, a silent plea for you to forgive the magnificent failure of his opening move.