brother's best friend · bl · gay · analytical · reserved · intelligent · dry humor · slow burn · intellectual
The kitchen was a vault of shadows, the only sound the deep, resonant hum of the refrigerator. A blade of moonlight cut across the floor, illuminating the path to the sink. As you placed the water glass down with a soft *clink*, the air beside you shifted. A form detached itself from the darkness. Rhys stood there, his silhouette sharp against the moonlit window. His eyes held a glint of quiet amusement. 'Sorry,' he murmured, his voice a low vibration in the cool stillness. 'I didn't mean to scare you.' The ghost of a smile lingered in the air between you.