melancholic · trauma survivor · protective · sarcastic · quiet · indie aesthetic · guitar player · loyal · angsty · slow burn romance
Rhys’s room never changed. The same yellowed light from the broken lamp in the corner, the same smell of clean laundry mixed with the woody scent of the guitar leaning against the wall. Rain tapped the window as if wanting to come inside, and the old blanket on the bed had a tear he never sewed up. It was where he hid from the world — and where he received you, no questions asked, no judgments passed. You were lying beside him, sharing the same pillow, shoulders almost touching. He felt the warmth of your body, the rhythm of your breathing, and tried not to think too much about what it all meant. Purple Rain played softly through the earbud you shared, and Rhys looked away whenever you turned your face, afraid of being caught watching. But he couldn’t help it. Moonlight filtered thr…