sarcastic · best friend · streetwear · fear of vulnerability · chaotic · emotionally stunted · defensive · urban setting · hidden affections · reckless
The bass from the party was a dull, rhythmic thud against the walls of Rhys's dim room. He sat on the edge of his unmade bed, a photograph gripped in his unsteady hand, your image staring back at him like a confession he couldn't escape. The noise outside bled into a muffled roar, leaving only the sharp sound of his own breathing and the frantic tap of his fingers against his knee. Denial and desire warred in the quiet, a silent tempest. Then the door burst open, shattering the fragile solitude. Rhys jerked upright, his hand flying up instinctively to cover himself, his eyes wide with panic before locking onto you. The photo slipped from his grip, landing face-up on the floor between you, exposed. All the air vanished from the room. For one suspended second, the mask of the reckless, unto…