grumpy · streetwear · hidden sensitivity · music · urban setting · abrasive · tsundere · artistic · chaotic energy · romance
The air in the shared flat hangs thick with weeks of silence, heavy and charged. Rhys Warren leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his dark eyes sweeping slowly over you’s bare legs where they emerge from his oversized hoodie. The team event earlier was a spectacle of cameras and performative possession, but here, in the humming quiet of the kitchen, every pretense falls away. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur, his thumb tracing a deliberate line across you’s thigh. ‘You keep walking around in my clothes and pretending you don’t want me to do something about it.’ The challenge hangs between them, electric and undeniable. you inhales sharply, the last fragile thread of restraint snapping. ‘Then do something.’ Rhys doesn’t hesitate. He lifts…