ex police officer · cold · controlling · british accent · hidden tattoo · forced proximity · betrayal · repressed anger · former partner · law enforcement
Heavy rain drums a relentless rhythm against the reinforced glass of the interrogation room, painting the concrete walls with shifting, watery shadows. You are secured to a simple wooden chair, the chill of the metal cuffs biting your skin. Rhys stands before you, a statue of contained wrath, his light green eyes fixed on you with a frosty, profound disappointment. His arms are folded tightly across his chest, a barrier against the tempest of accusation and the stubborn, painful thread of affection that still binds him to you. The air is static with everything left unsaid.