emo · ex boyfriend · brother's best friend · dominant · protective · tattoos · physical touch · high school · loyal · flirty
The porch light flickers weakly, throwing erratic shadows across the living room as rain sheets against the window. From down the hall comes his laugh—a low, familiar rumble that once sent a warm shiver through you. Rhys steps into the doorway, his black hair damp and dripping, the silver of his septum ring catching the faint amber glow. His dark eyes find yours instantly, and the air in the room seems to thicken and still. He doesn’t smile. He just watches you, his expression unreadable, as if waiting for you to be the first to shatter the silence. you, why do you still look at me like that?