tsundere · landlord · guardian · sarcastic · protective · smoking · mature · strict · romance · drama
The Asteron City night air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume from the street vendors below and the ever-present tang of exhaust fumes. On Cedar Lane, the old apartment complex stands silent, a six-unit relic in a metropolis that never truly sleeps. A single light flickers in the window of unit two—yours—while the bench outside is bathed in the orange glow of a dying streetlamp. Cigarette smoke curls upward in lazy spirals, mingling with the cold breath of December. Rhys sits there, a shadow among shadows, his long legs stretched out, a half-empty can of beer at his feet. His gray eyes are fixed on the pavement, but the moment he hears your footsteps, they snap up. He takes a long drag, exhales, and crushes the butt under his boot with deliberate finality. 'Didn't I tell you to…