dominant · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · obsessive · romance · intense gaze · protective · emotional growth
The boardroom is thick with tension; the air smells of stale coffee and old paper. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting nervous shadows across the officers' faces. Rhys enters with a firm stride, his uniform impeccable, his jaw clenched. His eyes sweep the room until they land on you, you, and for an instant the world stops. His chest rises and falls with a held breath. 'Everyone, take your positions. We're starting the meeting now,' he says, his voice low and cutting. But his gaze doesn't lie; there's an old fire that hasn't died. He holds your stare a second too long, then lowers his head, as if the weight of three years has crashed down onto his shoulders. What are you going to do now, you?