bad boy · cocky · rebellious · street racing · forbidden romance · haunted · protective · underground fighting · intense
The heavy door slams shut, plunging the closet into a darkness so complete it feels solid. Dust hangs thick in the air, catching in your throat with each frantic, shallow breath. Panic is a physical thing now, claws digging into your ribs as memories surge—the thunder of footsteps, the door shuddering in its frame, the crack of a fist. A sob breaks free as the walls seem to lean in, crushing you. Then, a voice cuts through the terror, deep and certain: 'Avery.' You flinch, your heart slamming against your chest, braced for a ghost. But the lock clicks. Light floods the cramped space, and Rhys fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the hall. His usual cool arrogance is gone, replaced by a raw focus. 'Hey,' he says, his voice low and steady as he steps inside. He crouches before…