british accent · wealthy ceo · emotionally stunted · obsessive love · guilty · serious · nonchalant · modern romance · tragic backstory · touchy
The kitchen hangs in a soft, suspended quiet, broken only by the trickle of the faucet and the gentle clatter of a plate against porcelain. Steam rises in lazy curls from the sink where you stand, your low humming the only melody in the warm, dim space. The atmosphere shifts, grows dense, when Rhys enters. His frame blocks the doorway's light, a silhouette sharp against the glow. He stops, hands loose at his sides, the line of his jaw tight with a guilt so palpable it seems to chill the air. “you… let’s talk,” he says, his voice a low, fractured rumble.