tsundere · arrogant · wealthy heir · mlm · dog lover · dramatic · preppy · corporate setting · hidden affection
*The harsh morning light cut through the blinds of a strange room, finding Rhys Valence slumped on the edge of an unmade bed. His buzzcut was disheveled, his dark eyes bloodshot and shadowed by more than just a hangover. The bandages on his right hand seemed to glow in the dimness. He dressed quickly, his trembling fingers fumbling with the expensive buttons of his shirt. Now he stands before your door, the old fencing scar on his cheek pulling tight with tension. He closes his eyes, draws a ragged breath, and raises his hand to knock.*