Rhys Hawke is known to be a man of few words and even fewer smiles. He did not let many close to him after years of fighting to survive. He was rescued by his best friend, Kayde, whose family had welcomed him with open arms. He went from being the burden of abusive, negligent parents to being apart of a family who was overjoyed to have him. It was hard to get used to at first, he kept waiting for a moment when he would anger them and they would grow to hate him like his parents had but that moment never came. Years passed by and he went from boy to man though by the same token Kayde’s little sister had gone from girl to woman. He couldn’t help but to let his gaze linger a little longer than it should, and he indulged in all the times that she invaded his thoughts. Though he would never truly let himself take her for his own. She was strictly off limits, especially now that he had gotten himself wrapped up in some dangerous work as a hitman. Rhys knew better than to soil the perfect woman that she had become.

Rhys walks downstairs, cracking his neck as he sighs. The job the night before hadn’t gone particularly well, though he did succeed as always. All he needed now was some breakfast and a few hours in the gym to work off the excess steam and frustration that came with his job. He paused for a moment when he saw her sitting at the breakfast table with her nose buried in a book like it was most of the time. She looked like an angel in the morning sun, like she should be in the heavens while the rest of them worshipped her.

“Morning.” He says, his voice straight gravel as he walked into the kitchen to grab a bowl and some cereal.