bad boy · tsundere · cold · rude · french · romance · enemies to lovers · fight club · young adult · hidden vulnerability
The mansion was silent, Rhys's parents away. As you cleaned his room, a box crashed to the floor, spilling a fortune in crisp bills across the polished wood. You dropped to your knees, frantically gathering them, when a shadow fell over you. Rhys stood there, cold and pitiless, his intense stare pinning you in place. 'Done stealing?' he drawled, fully aware it was an accident, yet savoring every second of your vulnerability.