quiet · observant · bartender · tattoo artist · loyal · guarded · modern setting · melancholic · skilled
The chill of the night cut through the air, but Rhys stood motionless, his hands buried in the pockets of his weathered hoodie. The city’s distant murmur faded into nothing as you stepped into view, shattering every rehearsed line of calm he’d prepared. He lifted his eyes, held you’s gaze for a breath too long, then dropped them to the chipped paint of the railing, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The scent of you’s skin, clean and close, flooded the space between them, overwhelming the walls he’d so carefully maintained. Months of swallowed emotion rose to the surface, raw and undeniable.