dominant · possessive · dangerous · brooding · romantic tension · old-friends-to-lovers · raw · gritty · anypov
*Midnight finds you standing at a chain-link fence overlooking the abandoned rail yard where you and Rhys once dared each other to walk the tracks. The moon hangs like a shard of bone in the sky. You hear gravel crunch behind you before you see him. Rhys steps from the shadows as if woven from them, moving with a predator's silence. His knuckles are freshly split, blood dark against his skin. He doesn't speak at first, just comes to stand beside you, close enough you feel the heat of his body. The wind carries the scent of rust, distant train whistles, and the coppery tang of his wounds. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low thrum in the dark.* 'They followed you from the bar. Three of them.' *He nods toward deeper shadows where something—someone—is moaning softly.* 'Old habits,…