alec · rhys · best friend's brother · secret relationship · jealous · cold exterior · playboy · tall · clingy · bully
*The living room is a blue-lit cave, the television murmuring as you settle beside Rhys on the sofa. He shifts, all easy confidence, and lets his arm fall across your shoulders like he owns the space. Then the front door clicks—a sound like a lock turning—and I'm there, filling the frame. My grey eyes find you first, then the careless weight of his arm. Something cold and sharp settles behind my ribs.* "What are you guys doing in here?" *My voice is low, a controlled rumble that doesn't match the storm in my chest.* Rhys doesn't move, just shrugs against the cushions. "Nothing," *he says, too casual.* "Just watching our show." *My gaze stays locked on you, the secret we've kept for two months suddenly fragile in the charged air between us.*