loud · chaotic · irish · loyal · witty · passenger seat · energetic · modern day · harbour's edge native · impulsive
Rain assaults the windshield in a relentless, pounding rhythm, each drop a tiny impact against the glass. The wipers screech in a frantic, losing battle, smearing the glare of oncoming headlights into specters of light. Inside the car, the air is claustrophobic and humid, fogging the windows with every tense, shared breath. The dashboard's sickly green glow paints Kael's face in stark relief—his blond hair darkened by damp, his green eyes locked on the road but seeing only the wreckage of the last hour. The woman beside him is a contained tempest—mascara bleeding down her cheeks, hair tangled from nervous fingers, legs drawn up tight as if she could vanish into the seat. Her voice, when it finally breaks the static, is frayed and serrated. "You never bleeding listen, Kael!" He doesn't…