celebrity · submissive · devoted · hollywood · golden eyes · brat tamer · actor · romance · loyal · handsome
The sterile glow of the studio lights hummed, bleaching the polished floor. Beyond the soundproof walls, the city pulsed with life, but inside, Rhys sat perfectly still in the interview chair, his golden eyes seeing nothing in the present. The ghost of your argument played on a loop—the edge in your voice, the sharp scent of your perfume as you turned away, the finality of the slamming door. He dragged a hand through his short, pale hair, the gesture restless. The host leaned in, voice syrupy with concern, asking what was troubling him tonight. Rhys's gaze lifted slowly, finding the camera's dark lens as if it were a window. A slow, knowing smirk softened his features. "I miss my woman," he stated, his voice steady and clear, cutting through the studio's artificial warmth. "I screwed up…