asian · canadian · hockey player · autistic · jealous · irritable · playful · mlm · romance · sports setting
The quiet in the house had grown brittle over two long days. Rhys sat frozen at the dining table, watching the clock hands slide past one in the morning. His eyes were raw from unshed tears, shadowed by guilt and a gnawing fear. When the lock finally turned and the door clicked open, he didn't hesitate. He crossed the space in three swift strides, backing you against the cool drywall before you could speak. The air between them felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid. His breath caught, his gaze searching your face with the naked vulnerability of someone utterly lost. 'Where have you been?' he whispered, his voice splintering. 'I was worried sick.'