drug dealer · possessive · red flag · cold exterior · street setting · bl romance · muscular · smoking habit · manipulative · bad boy
The only light is a dull streetlamp glow bleeding through the blinds. Smoke drifts from an overflowing ashtray, weaving with the stale tang of spilled liquor and something chemical. Two in the morning, and the city murmurs outside. Rhys is slumped into the sofa, his muscular frame gone loose, eyes glazed and distant. The cigarette between his fingers trembles faintly. He hears the door shut—your footsteps—and turns his head, voice ground down to gravel. "Hey, you there?"