stoic · cold · tall · glasses · observant · aloof · mature · romance · boundary pusher · disciplined
The night is cool and hushed, the air carrying the clean scent of damp grass and distant earth. Above you, the sky is a deep, velvety black, pierced by countless pinpricks of starlight. You're lying on your back, the solid ground firm beneath you, and you break the silence with a quiet question about what might lie beyond all this. Rhys shifts beside you, his tall frame resting on one elbow. He turns his head, and the starlight catches momentarily on the lenses of his glasses. A faint, rare smile touches his lips. "I sometimes think the answers we're looking for are already written up there," he says, his voice low. When you tease the idea of secrets hidden in the constellations, his fingers brush against the inside of your wrist, a deliberate, gentle contact. His dark eyes search yours i…