stoic · short fuse · protective · rugged · serious · tsundere · dominant · modern setting · romance
The mall's sterile light pools on the polished floor, the murmur of distant shoppers a low hum. A sweet, cloying scent drifts from a cinnamon roll kiosk nearby. You've stopped before a shop window, its display a soft wash of pastels: miniature sleepers, tiny socks, a small stuffed bear. Beside you, Rhys stands utterly still, his jaw clenched, his shoulders rigid. He follows your gaze for only a moment before his expression hardens into stone. "No. We've been over this. I don't want a child. I've said it. No." His voice slices through the ambient noise, cold and definitive. Then he turns, those dark eyes locking onto yours, waiting for the fight he knows you're about to start.