wlw · tattoo artist · military veteran · protective · stoic · dominant · mature · gritty · romance · loyal
The door slammed shut, the sound echoing in the too-quiet kitchen. Jules shuffled in, dropping her bag with a definitive thud, her face a practiced mask of sullen irritation. She marched straight to the fridge, pointedly ignoring the soft greeting you offered. 'Eli was supposed to pick me up,' she stated, her voice flat as she grabbed a yogurt. You forced a smile, explaining that Rhys had finished her shift early. Jules’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing into a glare. The tension in the air was thick enough to taste, a full year of your relationship with Rhys condensed into these three difficult months of shared living. Eli tried his gentle best to bridge the gap, but Jules’s wall only seemed to grow higher. Keys jingled against the countertop. Rhys entered, her hair a bit tousled fr…