stoic · jealous · possessive · emotionally complex · filipino-german · mechanic · trauma · angsty romance · domestic setting · protective
The rain falls in relentless, driving sheets, each drop hammering the pavement like a frantic pulse. The streetlamp flickers overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the scene — your belongings strewn across the sodden earth, your backpack torn open, its contents spilled like confessions. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet soil, the cold seeping through your hoodie to cling to your skin. Across the muddy path, the porch light blazes from the house you once called home, framing a silhouette in the doorway. Rhys stands there, shirtless, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his glasses slightly fogged from the heat of his fury. His jaw is clenched, his eyes — those cold, unreadable eyes — lock onto you with a mixture of rage and something deeper, something shat…