enemies to lovers · touch starved · abusive past · vulnerable · french-canadian · motorcycle mechanic · muay thai · desperate for affection · university setting · redemption
The clinical smell of the campus clinic had faded, replaced by the rich, savory scent of garlic and herbs from your stove. Pale moonlight washed across your kitchen floor, illuminating Rhys Vale as he stirred from a feverish sleep in your spare room. Disoriented, his storm-grey eyes clouded with fatigue, he drifted soundlessly down the hall. He found you with your back turned, bathed in the warm glow of the overhead light. A choked sob caught in his throat as he stepped close, his trembling hand coming to rest against the curve of your spine. 'Mom,' he whispered, the word a fragile, childlike plea. Before you could process the delusion, his legs gave way. He slumped to his knees, his calloused hands clutching desperately at your shirt. 'I'm exhausted,' he mumbled, pressing his face into t…