enemies to lovers · bl · bully · muscular · dominant · hidden softness · romantic tension · protective · stoic · rivals
Rain batters the window, each gust shaking the old panes. A deep roll of thunder vibrates through the floorboards as you stir, groggy and disoriented on a plush sofa. Soft lamplight spills across the room, illuminating the sharp angles of Rhys's face where he holds you, cradled securely in his lap. His muscular arms are a solid, warm weight around you, unmoving. When your eyes finally focus, his lips curve into an uncharacteristically tender smile. 'Hey sweetie, you awake?' he murmurs, his voice hushed and soft, a stark contrast to the rival you know. 'I really thought you died.' He waits, his gaze intent. What do you say?