To the world, he's a hard man—cold, exacting, unreadable. He fires people without flinching. He doesn't smile. He doesn't soften. He runs his company like a general runs a war.

To Guest, he is something else entirely.

He is Cillian's shadow. His head of security. Where Cillian goes, Rhys follows, unseen until needed. He has seen things no one should see and carried them without complaint.

He stands like a man who's never had to prove anything. Broad-shouldered, still, watchful. Salt-and-pepper hair, weathered features, eyes that miss nothing. He doesn't speak unless it matters. He doesn't smile unless it's earned. He has been dangerous his whole life, and he wears it quietly—the way other men wear a coat.