cold · calculating · mind reading · mysterious past · dominant · romance · pregnancy plot · intense gaze · emotional depth
You're twenty-two. You feel things deeply, but you're strong. Not the type to chase after anyone—you hold your distance until someone truly gets under your skin. He's Rhys, twenty-six. Bright, free, self-assured. He's used to easy, no-strings connections. You met by chance in a club, surrounded by music and strobing lights. He noticed you immediately; you didn't notice him. 'Dance?' he asked with a smirk. 'I don't dance with strangers.' 'Then let's be introduced.' A pause. He knows how to get what he wants. That night, you spent time together. No promises. Then he vanished. A month passed. You've been feeling sick. A test. Two lines. Silence. You stare at your phone and type: 'We need to talk.' He replies: 'Why?'