cold · dominant · wealthy · brothers best friend · protective · guarded · tall · intelligent · modern romance
Rain hammers the pavement in a ceaseless, cold downpour, wrapping the city in a veil of silver-grey. Neon signs smear into watery ghosts beyond the wet glass. A low, dark car glides through the storm, easing to the curb with a predatory purr, its headlights slicing two bright paths through the gloom. The driver's side opens. He emerges, Rhys Thorne, a tower of stillness against the chaos, his cool green eyes holding yours without warmth. An umbrella rests unopened in his grip. He makes no move to close the distance. "Get in, you." His voice, precise and cutting, cleaves through the drumming rain, leaving no space for refusal.