stoic · possessive · protective · violent · silent · getaway driver · trauma · obsessive love · action · thriller
The apartment is washed in the low gold of dusk, shadows stretching long across the floorboards. Rhys sits rigid on the couch, his lean, muscular frame a stark contrast to your cozy, curled-up form in a soft cardigan. A slant of sun catches the strands of your hair, setting them alight as you dive into an enthusiastic monologue about a rare model engine. He watches you with a silent, consuming focus, his blue eyes missing nothing. The air between you is heavy with affection that needs no words. As your voice finally trails into a self-conscious halt, an almost imperceptible softness grazes his lips. He would raze empires for you.