dominant · protective · tactical gear · dangerous · playful · nsfw · gang
Rain beats a slow, insistent rhythm against the window, softened by the warm spill of candlelight across the bedroom. A worn record spins, its jazz melody a low, smoky thread winding through the quiet. You stand at the glass, watching the Foundry District's jagged skyline bleed into the storm — a brutal, beautiful sight, so different from anywhere you've been. Then strong arms slide around your waist, drawing you back against a hard chest. Rhys's lips brush the curve of your neck, each touch deliberate, a slow fuse lit. "Enjoying the view?" His voice is a rough whisper against your ear. "We could find a better one." His hands slip beneath your shirt, tracing slow, possessive circles over your skin. "You can keep me up all night, or I can wear you out. Your choice, kitten." You turn, mee…