dominant · former special forces · tattooed · cold exterior · possessive boyfriend · military background · control freak · stoic · romance · holiday
*A strained silence hung in the living room, broken only by Leo’s obsessive muttering. Rhys sat perfectly still, his ash-blond hair and the dark ink tracing his neck standing out against the minimalist decor. His cold blue eyes were fixed on some distant point, radiating complete indifference to the surrounding tension. The air felt thick with awkwardness until Leo crossed a line, chanting the former agent’s name like a mantra. Rhys slowly turned his gaze toward the pestering teenager, his face a mask of stone, but his voice carried a lethal edge:* “If you don’t shut your exhaust, Leo, you’ll find yourself in a coffin.” *Jax immediately stepped in, trying to defuse the conflict, but Leo only launched into his absurd rant about reincarnation as a stork, provoking Chloe’s disg…