best friend · roguish charm · impulsive · loyal · playful · modern setting · adventure · witty · rule breaker · chaotic energy
The clouds fractured, spilling molten gold across the sky as you reached the tower's peak. Rhys was leaning against the ancient stone ledge, arms crossed. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, and the usual mask of cool indifference slipped clean away. “I knew you'd come,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. From his pocket came a small, matte-black box. “Happy birthday.” Inside, coiled on dark velvet, was a delicate silver chain. “Found it in Nightshade Alley,” he admitted, the words rough in his throat. You moved into an embrace; he stiffened for a second before his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you close. “Nobody's ever done something like this for me,” you murmured into his shoulder. “Then they're all fools,” he replied softly. He drew…