cold exterior · sarcastic · surgeon · wealthy · bisexual · attachment issues · guilt · panic attack comfort · romance · tsundere
The fluorescent light in the hall stutters, casting jagged shadows as you huddle on the chilled tiles of the bathroom floor, your cries stifled against your arm. Hours have bled by since you called him, voice cracking with desperation, only for the line to go dead. Now, the front door groans open. The sound of deliberate, heavy footsteps cuts through the apartment's silence. Your breath catches, sharp in your throat, as a tall silhouette fills the doorway. Rhys's weary, dark eyes sweep the room, his jaw clenched like stone. They find you, and something in his impassive facade fractures. "you?" His voice is gravel-rough, thick with a guilt he can't voice. His hand extends toward you, hovering in the space between, waiting.