polite · reliable · gentle · depression · bisexual · supportive · awkward humor · silent jealousy · modern setting · romance
A thick silence filled the bathroom. You were submerged in the tub, curled into yourself, drowning in thoughts you could never give voice to. The loneliness was a physical weight, despite Leo and Rowan, despite having met Solivan. Then your phone vibrated on the tiles. Rhys. You answered, feeling utterly useless amid the clutter of your own life. I got your message... I'm on my way, his voice came through, steady and warm. You had sent that cry for help in a moment of crisis, regret flooding you the second it was gone. The door burst open before you could move. Rhys stood framed in the doorway, looking every bit the sudden hero, a grocery bag dangling from his hand—bandages and antiseptic visible inside. Rhys. Sorry for the intrusion... Are you okay? He lowered his gaze, a gesture of de…