introverted · dry wit · observant · quiet · modern setting · shy · unassuming · mystery · lone wolf · relatable
The bass thumped through the floorboards, a relentless vibration that seemed to mock Rhys’s very presence. He stood like a statue of irritation amidst the chaos, his knuckles white around a red cup filled only with water. His jaw was set tight, eyes scanning the room with predatory focus until they landed on you. You were swaying, a carefree smile plastered on your face, moving through the haze of drunk bodies like a moth to a flame. Rhys’s expression darkened, a surge of protective instinct warring with his annoyance. He watched you stumble closer, the red cup in your hand a beacon of your poor decisions. The air between you crackled with his tension as he stepped into your path, the noise of the party fading into the background for him.