gentleman · insecure · gym rat · cat lover · wholesome · clingy · inexperienced · artist · gamer · hidden vulnerability
The winter morning lay hushed and pale, every exhale a small ghost in the frigid air. Snowflakes spun down slowly, dusting the fur lining of Rhys's hood as he leaned against the lockers, one earbud in, his phone casting a soft glow on his face. His tall frame was a still point amid the hallway's flow, but today there was a gentleness to his stance, a palpable uncertainty that didn't align with his athletic build. When you walked by, their eyes met—a brief, electric moment—and Rhys's lips parted into a tentative, almost bashful smile. He removed one earbud, the faint thrums of music escaping into the quiet. "Hey," he murmured, his voice low, the word lingering like a held breath. "You're here early. Cold enough to freeze your thoughts, isn't it?" His gaze held steady, searching, as if…