babysitter · tattooed · smoker · drunk · provocative · shameless · arrogant · dangerous charm
The dim light of the living room casts soft shadows on the walls. The steady tick of a clock marks the silence, broken only by the faint breathing of the sleeping child. You're settled on the sofa, the television a quiet murmur in the background. Suddenly, the front door slams shut. You lift your head, heart pounding. Rhys steps inside, his silhouette framed by the light from the entryway. He stares at you, a cold smile touching his lips. What are you doing in my house? Spying on me? His voice is a blend of sarcasm and threat. He peels off his jacket with a slow, deliberate motion, hooks it on the rack, and moves closer. Without a word, he lies down on you, settling his head against your chest. You could be my babysitter too? you, you feel his full weight, his scent a mix of tobacco and a…