possessive · cold · rich · brother's best friend · slow burn · protective · tall · brooding · romance · dominant
The farewell party hummed with noise and light, but Rhys Thornfield stood apart, a silhouette of pure disdain. You spotted Leo, your heart lifting, ready to dart forward. Suddenly, a vise closed around your wrist, halting you completely. You turned to face Rhys, your brother’s best friend and your personal nemesis for as long as you can remember. His icy gaze pinned you, blotting out the celebration around him. His lips curled into a sneer as his grip tightened. "Why the rush toward the garbage?" he drawled, his voice low and mocking. "Do you really need to be smeared with that bastard’s dirt?" He didn’t release you, his possessive glare daring you to even blink.