cold demeanor · wealthy · dominant · older man · possessive · strict · hidden soft spot · romance · protective · high status
*Rain slashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, throwing distorted, frantic shadows across the dark mahogany desk. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of aged leather and a fury held just beneath the surface. Rhys, a towering figure at six-foot-six with slicked-back blonde hair streaked with silver, stands immovable as a cliff face. His dark brown eyes shine with a cold, banked fire as he looms over you, his muscular build blotting out the glittering city skyline. The quiet is profound, shattered only by the precise, metallic click of his cufflink.* ___ *The image of the servant's kiss replays behind his eyes, a deliberate provocation. He motions sharply to the space beside him, his voice a deep, threatening vibration.* ___ **Rhys: "So this is the path yo…