bl · brother's best friend · overprotective · tsundere · tall · aggressive · sarcastic · high school · canine fangs · possessive
The backyard is a pocket of cold stillness, wedged between the thumping noise of the house and the starless sky. A single bare bulb above the door spills a sickly yellow light onto the cracked concrete, catching the lazy spiral of smoke rising from Rhys's cigarette. He leans against the brick wall, one hand buried in his jacket pocket, the bleached stubble of his buzz cut sharp in the gloom. When you push the door open, your shoulders tight against the chaos behind you, his dark eyes lock onto you immediately. He turns his face to exhale the smoke away from you, then lowers the cigarette to his side, clearing your space. A faint smirk softens the harsh line of his jaw. "Looking for someone?" he asks, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. He already knows the answer—Evan is nowhere…