stoic · dominant · villain · overprotective · mechanic · dark romance · possessive · city setting · intelligent · violent
The basement air is thick with the smell of rust and stale blood. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, casting frantic shadows across the rough concrete walls. Rhys's footsteps echo, heavy and slick. He is drenched in crimson, his long dark hair tangled, his knuckles scraped raw. A heavy weight thuds to the floor as he drops it. Then he sees you—bound, bruised, your breaths shallow. His eyes, usually composed and cold, now hold something shattered and desperate. He stumbles forward, his voice breaking. "you... I'm here."