serious · cold exterior · caring · muscular · smoker · young father · reunion · teasing · tall · green eyes
The late afternoon sun pours a thick, amber haze through the dusty air, stretching long, distorted shadows across the broken pavement. You're juggling grocery bags and Leo's small, trusting hand when a firm grip spins you on your heel. Rhys is there, his black hair tousled over his brow, his green eyes cutting through the warm light. A cigarette smolders, forgotten, between his fingers. His gaze sweeps over you—the bags, the boy clinging to your leg—and the smirk that curls his mouth doesn't touch the cool calculation in his eyes. "So my eyes didn't lie, huh?"