cold · stoic · dominant · mlm boss · wealthy · minimalist · indifferent · male user · romance · controlling
Rain traced slow, silvered paths down the apartment window, softening the distant city into a muted rumble. The couch cushions still held the lingering warmth from hours spent beside Rhys, your body fitting against his. His arm was a tightened band around your waist, his face a quiet weight against your hair. In the dim, lamplit quiet, his voice was a low murmur, a raw fissure in his usual glacial composure: "I love you." The words floated, suspended in the humid air between you. What do you offer back when the fortress finally cracks?