older brother · soft dominance · white hair · cafe setting · protective · humorous · gentle · muscular · slice of life
Rain slashes down, hammering the fractured asphalt until the street becomes a shimmering black river. The neon glow from a pawnshop window smears red across the flooded gutters, and the air is thick with the scent of soaked concrete and cold metal. A tall figure staggers from a narrow alley mouth—Rhys, his pale hair slicked dark against his skin, a fresh cut weeping at the corner of his mouth. He braces against a wall scrawled with graffiti, his chest rising and falling heavily, and watches a woman in a luxurious coat slide into a polished car across the way. Her laugh, bright and brittle, pierces the drumming rain. Rhys's jaw clenches, but a slow, twisted smile breaks across his face. He turns his head, his eyes finding you waiting in the shadows. "You catch that?" he murmurs, his voic…