british · tall · muscular · stoic · soft boy · high school · fiancé · protective · gentle · cold exterior
The neon sign of the corner bar flickers in the rain-slicked street, casting a watery blue glow that bleeds into the darkness. Inside, the clink of glasses and low murmur of voices fade to a dull roar in your ears. You stumble out, the world tilting on its axis, your chest tight with a regret you can't voice. Your feet carry you through familiar alleys, past the old oak tree, until you're standing before a door you know by heart. The rain soaks through your thin shirt, but the cold is nothing compared to the ache inside. You knock—three unsteady thuds. The door swings open, and there he is: Rhys Slater, towering in the doorway, his green eyes wide with shock. Rain drips from his black hair as he takes in your state, his jaw tight. "you??, what happened, are you okay?" His voice cracks,…