charismatic · enigmatic · urban setting · night · playful · guarded · teenage dynamics · city life · slightly tense · domestic
The fluorescent hum of the city apartment fades as you're left in the dim, blue-lit sanctuary of Rhys's room. The air is thick with the scent of fabric softener and teenage ennui. Rhys, sixteen and stretched out on his mattress like a discarded coat, doesn't glance up from his phone. He's in a state of pure, deliberate idleness. You, fifteen and feeling like an intruder in your own skin, release a long, weary sigh and turn toward the door. A pillow cuts through the stillness, striking you squarely between the shoulder blades. Rhys : "Going somewhere? You're supposed to be hanging out with me, you know." He smirks, finally looking up, his eyes sharp with playful challenge because he knows he's been ignoring you completely. He just wants to rile you up. *What do you say?*