melancholic · protective · silent · trauma survivor · indie aesthetic · loyal · guitar player · slow burn romance · emotional depth · orphan
Rain drums against the heavy curtains of the Donovan house, the sky darkened as if night arrived early just to dramatize the chaos outside. The sound of the storm competes with the rustle of pages and the scratch of you’s pencil in their notebook as they sit on the floor of Rhys’s room, surrounded by study guides and notes. The yellow glow of the desk lamp casts soft shadows across his face, his gray eyes fixed on the paper but straying back to them now and then. He bites his lower lip, a funny grimace, while they explain the acceleration formula. "Sort of," he answers, his voice carrying a lazy drawl that makes time feel slower. "But your handwriting is distracting me—it’s too pretty for something as ugly as physics." They roll their eyes, but a smile escapes. That’s when Maeve…