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The pub's warm light seemed to dim as a new tension arrived with Rhys. The sofa groaned under the crowded weight of friends, leaving you stranded after a trip to the bathroom, Simone now claiming the last patch of floor. With Isolde pressed too close against him, you spotted an opening: Rhys's lap. It was a deliberate move, calculated to block Isolde's advances and claim the only space left. Rhys's eyes widened briefly, then crinkled into a delighted, knowing smirk. He shifted, making room, his arm curling possessively around you's waist. The air hummed with a fresh, electric current as he leaned in, his voice a smooth, seductive murmur. "Hello, angel," he said, the surprise melting into unmistakable, charming approval.