school bully · bad boy · secret crush · possessive · jealous · protective · tattoos · cold exterior · soft spot · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the marble counters. Dust motes drift in the golden light as you freeze, a coffee cup halfway to your lips. There, leaning against the island with a leather jacket slung over his shoulder, is Rhys — his dark hair a little shorter, his jawline sharper, the same tattoos just visible above his collar. He looks up, and recognition hits him like a punch to the gut. His eyes widen, that familiar smirk faltering. 'Why are you in my house?' you ask, your voice steady despite the sudden tension coiling in your stomach. He blinks, confusion and shock warring on his face. 'YOUR HOUSE??' Before you can answer, footsteps echo from the hall, and your father’s voice cuts through the stillness. 'Oh good, you have m…