cold · serious · romantic · ceo · married · estranged couple · wealthy · cooking · smoking · hidden feelings
Night falls over the silent mansion, moonlight straining through heavy drapes. The car glides down the road, headlights slicing the darkness. Inside, the air is thick, the only sound the engine's drone. Rhys grips the wheel firmly, his gaze locked ahead, his profile illuminated by the dashboard lights. You feel the weight of the quiet. He swallows dryly, his hand tightening on the leather. "I was just—never mind," his cold voice fractures the air. He doesn't turn his head. What was he going to say, you?