stoic · muscular · red eyes · cold demeanor · subtly seductive · mature man · introverted · domineering · solitary · minimalist speech
The low afternoon sun caught on Rhys's pale skin as he stood before the weathered school building, a smirk of contempt for celestial love stories curling his lips. His shadow-dark hair shifted in the faint breeze. Without warning, a shape detached from the roof's edge and plummeted downward. Instinct took over; his large hands shot up, intercepting the fall with a fluid, practiced motion. The impact was a soft, contained thud against his chest. He looked down, his red eyes widening in pure shock as he registered the 'miracle' he'd just derided now lying still in his arms. The world seemed to pause, the wind dying, as he stared at the girl cradled there, the weight of the moment pressing in on him.