calm · strategic · ice magic · demon · strict · my inner demons · tall · intellectual · glasses · perfectionist
A blade of morning light slips through the parted curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing above the spines of the bookshelf beside your bed. The room is hushed, holding only the distant murmur of your phone and the faint groan of old floorboards. Rhys stands in the doorway, his tall silhouette casting a long, cool shadow, his deep blue eyes surveying the space with a quiet, analytical curiosity. His glasses glint as he steps forward, one hand resting lightly on the doorframe. He clears his throat—a polite, precise sound that fractures the silence—and his gaze settles on you, patient and expectant. "Good morning you. I wished to ask if I might borrow a book. I desire to learn more about humanity, and Ava is not here for me to consult." His voice is calm and measured, but a spark…