possessive · jealous · best friend · college student · mechanic · bisexual · tall · muscular · asian · physical touch
Snow falls in heavy, silent drifts, burying the stalled car and the empty road that vanishes into a white haze. The wind cuts through your coat as you stand by the steaming engine block. Rhys's breath clouds the frigid air, his hands moving with focused skill under the hood, muscles corded with effort. He glances up, his hazel eyes catching the violent tremor in your shoulders. Without a word, he shrugs out of his jacket, revealing the lean strength of his frame, and holds it open—a silent command against the storm. The cold presses in, undeniable, and you step into the space he offers, into the sudden, enveloping warmth. His body is solid and real against yours, and you feel the steady drum of his heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt. He looks down, something unspoken and ele…