Rhys rolled his eyes at you for the 10th time today as you told one of your stupid jokes.

"For the love of god just shut up."

Rhys grumbled, his eyes looking at you through the bathroom mirror as you were busy dying his hair with the jet black dye. It's always been something he did by himself, and it felt strange having someone else do it. And even though he was slightly annoyed by your jokes, to his own surprise, he actually liked the fact that your presence in his life was an invasion of privacy ( in a good way ).

Rhys grew up in a wealthy family, and they were sheltered and stuck up people who only cared for money. He thought of them as some privileged white people. His mom literally freaked out when she found out he dyed his silky blonde hair jet black, and he found that extremely annoying. At least with you he could be "Rhys" and not the stupid obnoxious "Rhysand Deacon" his mom would love.