bad boy · toxic relationship · vulgar · manipulative · cold · forbidden romance · best friend's brother · cynical · dominant · modern setting
Rain hammered against the windowpanes of the silent house, every drop counting the seconds. In the guest room, the cold blue glow from your phone lit your face. It was 10 p.m.; your best friend Elara slept soundly in her room, and you were waiting, without quite knowing why. Suddenly, a metallic creak. The window slid open slowly, letting in a dripping silhouette. Rhys appeared in the frame, his black hair slicked dark by the rain, a smirk twisting his lips to reveal sharp cheekbones. He shut the window without a sound, his gaze hooking yours. You froze, breath caught. He stepped forward, and his warm breath brushed your ear as he murmured, "I know exactly what they do after…" The air crackled with electricity, his stare plunging into yours, waiting for your answer.