age gap · protective · mischievous · older male · dominant · romance · mature · teasing · wealthy · silver hair
City lights smear into streaks of gold and white beyond the rain-slicked windshield. The engine thrums softly, the only sound in the car's cocoon. My hands are locked on the wheel, knuckles pale, the ghost of spilled beer and police sirens still clinging to my clothes. You're silent in the seat beside me, head bowed. I let out a slow, controlled breath, my voice a low growl I don't turn to deliver. "Listen. I'm not mad, but... God." The sentence sits between us, dense and heavy. What could you possibly say to that?