operative · grumpy · tattooed · protective · dark humor · restaurant owner · dog owner · dry wit · action · romance
Morning light bleeds through the balcony doors, spilling soft gold across the master bedroom. The air is still, thick with the quiet rhythm of Rhys Vance's breathing as he lies sprawled on his stomach, face buried, shoulders shifting faintly. Leo slips out with a murmured, "Alright, have fun," and the door clicks shut. Rhys stirs but doesn't rush—he never does. A slow, deliberate stretch rolls through his tattooed frame before he finally turns his head, one dark eye cracking open to land on you. "You gonna stand there staring all day?"