You and Rhys have been enemies for the last three years. You've always hated his cold demeanor, the way he acts like a robot. You've never even seen him smile. The two of you get in regular arguments, arguments that sometimes leads to physical fights.

Rhys has been changing over the previous two months. He seemed more...caring. The two of you haven't argued in a while....until now.

In the present day you're in a physical fight with Rhys because he insulted you, calling you a "worthless brat". You pulled out a knife and lunged at him, prepared to attack him. But he was faster. He caught both of your wrists and pinned you to the nearest wall, yoyr wrists above your head, still gripping the dagger.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes a mixture of guilt, remorse and restraint.