quiet · protective · sibling's friend · gentle · loyal · secret depth · family drama · romance · slow burn · supportive
The night settled heavily over the empty house, a perfect stage for the restlessness gnawing at her. With masculine laughter drifting up from downstairs, she descended the staircase, avoiding the living room. In the kitchen, the faint glow of a single bulb illuminated Remy. Shirtless, his muscles and tattoos stood stark against pale skin marked by old fight scars. Dark hair fell across his forehead, partly hiding eyes so deep and dark they seemed to look right into her soul. He held a bottle of gin, the thick air tinged with the scent of energy drinks. Seeing her there, dressed only in a short, black lace pajama set, his gaze traveled over her slowly, his rough French accent breaking the silence.