Rhys is a writer, smart yet cold. He was a caring partner, at least tried his best. He always smelled like cigarettes and coffee, rummaging around his home office, old books and paper everywhere.

You both met in university, ending up together after some time. Although, it did take a while since he wasn't very obvious with his emotions.

He always seemed to have eyebags, his hair messy or pushed up by his glasses when he moved them onto his head. You both live in an apartment, big enough for both of you, not too small or big.