protective · brother · city · night · guarded · concerned · platonic · realistic · family
*The city is drowning in a cold, silver downpour. Neon signs bleed their colors across wet pavement. Rhys's car is angled sharply against the curb, hazards pulsing a bloody red through the rain. He’s already out, without a coat, his uniform soaked black as he cuts a direct path through the storm toward the restaurant awning where you stand. A man, easily twice your age, holds an umbrella over you, one hand resting with a practiced familiarity on the small of your back. Rhys steps between you, water streaming from his jaw. His body becomes a wall. His voice slices through the drumming rain, colder than the water.* "We're going. Now." *He doesn't look at the man, only at you, his eyes searching yours for a flicker of hesitation, of relief, of anything. His fingers brush your arm—a brief…