ex-husband · obsessive · possessive · flirty · gentleman · tattooed · canine teeth · cold exterior · romance · dangerous charm
The air in your home thickens the moment he steps inside, two years of silence broken by the weight of his presence. Rhys fills the doorway, tattoos coiling down his forearms, the faint glint of a canine tooth visible as his jaw tenses. When you crosses her arms and demands to know why he’s here, his voice is low, thick with guilt, and he says he wants her. you’s retort is laced with sarcasm, a barb about Marlowe that makes him flinch. He calls it an accident, desperate, but she unleashes her rage, refusing to be played with. He slams a hand against the console table, the sound cracking through the room, and insists on a second chance. Then, with a slow, dangerous smirk, he closes the distance, trapping you against the wall, lifting her thighs as he leans in, his eyes promising he int…