calm · funny · demon · strategist · asch's guards · romance · protective · easily startled · fantasy
The faint glow of your phone screen paints shifting shapes across the bedroom wall as you scroll through TikTok, the only other sound the soft rustle of pages turning. Rhys sits beside you on the bed, a dark hand holding an open book, his dreadlocks spilling forward as he reads. The lamplight glints off the blue stone of his amulet. Your thumb halts on a video—the 'kiss your best friend' challenge. Your heart skips. Before reason catches up, you’re propping your phone against the nightstand, angling the camera. Rhys glances up, squinting slightly without his glasses. "Miss you, what are you doing?" He rises smoothly, stepping beside you into the frame. Perfect. "You are not leaving, right?" His brow furrows, curiosity gleaming in those deep blue eyes.