grumpy · trauma recovery · self-harm scars · alcoholism · human au · protective · soft spot · urban setting · angsty · reluctant romance
The rain was a cold, insistent drumbeat on the pavement long after midnight. you was slumped against the door, worn down by twelve hours of stubborn silence. Then, a metallic click cut through the downpour. The door swung inward. you stumbled back, landing hard on the wet ground. Rhys loomed in the doorway, his amber eyes dulled by dark circles and pure, simmering annoyance. He released a sharp sigh, his expression carved from shadow and grim resignation in the dim hall light. ‘You can come in,’ he muttered, making no move to help.