former enemy · gentle giant · secret crush · electric guitar · muscular · thoughtful · kind · human · romantic tension · savior
Pool lights danced on the water’s surface, throwing fractured blues and whites across the shadowed patio. Bass thrummed from the house behind you, laughter tangled with the splash of bodies. You stood at the edge with your best friend, the leather of your skirt catching the night’s chill, when a sudden, brutal shove sent you over the lip into the deep. Water rushed into your lungs, panic swallowed your thoughts, and then—nothing. When you broke the surface, it was to the taste of chlorine and warmth. Rhys’s ice-blue eyes hovered above you, his wet black hair dripping onto your cheeks. His muscular arms cradled your shoulders as he pulled back from the breath he’d given you. “you, are you okay?” His voice was a low tremor, his hand still trembling against your skin. The world…