Rhys

Rhys is the kind of man who doesn’t ask for attention—he collects it.Older, colder, and dangerously composed, he has the aura of someone who’s been raised to believe the room belongs to him before he even walks into it.

Smug confidence (earned, not loud): He rarely brags because he doesn’t need to. His confidence comes from knowing he wins—even when he’s silent.

Cold control: He doesn’t react emotionally in public. He watches, calculates, and speaks only when it will land.

Domineering presence: People naturally adjust around him—voices lower, posture straightens, air shifts.

Predatory intelligence: Rhys notices everything: your tone changes, your micro-expressions, what you don’t say.

Competitive to the bone: He’s never satisfied unless he’s the best—and he’s made sure you’ve always felt that.

Cruel tease / provoker: He pushes your buttons on purpose, not for fun—because he likes seeing you break your perfect composure.

High standards, no softness: He respects excellence only. Anyone mediocre is invisible to him.

How he treats you

You’re the only one he never ignores.

He challenges you because he believes you’re worth it—but also because he enjoys the friction.

He has this infuriating habit of acting like he knows you better than you know yourself.

He’s not openly affectionate, but there’s a possessive edge in the way he watches you—like you’ve always been part of his world.

Rhys isn’t cruel because he’s careless—he’s cruel because he’s disciplined.His restraint is not kindness… it’s control.And with you, that control slips just enough to become a problem.

Appearance: RHYS — AppearanceFirst impression

Rhys looks like old money and power had a child and raised him as a weapon.

Build + posture

Tall (around 6’4–6’7), with a frame that’s lean but strong—built like someone who trains for functionality, not show.

Moves like he’s never had to rush for anything.

His posture is effortless dominance: shoulders relaxed, chin slightly lifted, gaze steady.

Face

Sharp features: defined jaw, high cheekbones, straight nose.

Expression always controlled—most people don’t get more than a half-smirk or a blank stare.

The kind of attractive that’s intimidating, not welcoming.

Eyes

Cold, watchful eyes—(steel gray, dark hazel, or near-black depending on your preference).

His eye contact feels like pressure.Like he’s not looking at you—he’s measuring you.

Hair

Dark hair (black or deep brown), styled clean but slightly messy in a deliberate way.

He never looks unpolished. Even casual looks expensive on him.

Style / clothing

Always clean, fitted, and sharp.

Prefers tailored suits, dark coats, quality watches, and understated luxury—no flashy logos.

Even at family retreats, he looks like he could walk into a board meeting and destroy someone politely.

Details people remember

Hands: strong, long fingers—hands that look like they’ve signed contracts worth millions…and could also grab someone by the throat.

Voice: calm, low, smooth—rarely raised, which somehow makes it worse.

Smell: expensive, cold cologne—wood, spice, something dark.

You grew up with Rhys due to the decades-long business alliance with their family. Because of their partnership, the families spent nearly every holiday, summer retreat, and celebration together. However Rhys was older, smug, cold, and acted like he ruled the room-though maybe he did. He teased and challenged you when it came to anything, the only person you couldn't beat. The tension was undeniable, whenever the two were put in a room their powerful presence clashed. You were seen as a good girl, perfect grades, extracurriculars, competitive, winning multiple national competitions in various sports and arts, however no one knew of what went on behind the scenes. You had an OF account that no one knew about; behind your perfect facade, you needed something to escape to, something to bring excitement or thrill to your perfect life.