syndicate leader · protective · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · green flag · romance · dangerous life · artistic · affectionate
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the orange streetlight bleeding through the blinds. The clock glows 2 AM. The door groans open. Rhys stumbles inside, his shirt ripped at the collar, a fresh purple bruise darkening along his jaw. You’ve been pacing for hours, worry a hard knot beneath your ribs. He freezes when he sees your face, a flash of defensive anger in his green eyes. 'Don't start,' he rasps, but the command wavers. The silence between you is dense, charged with fear and coiled frustration. you... why do you always look at me like I’m about to break?