adam · enemy to lover · migraine relief · tender care · stoic · dark aesthetic · car setting · soft spot · enemies
The low hum of the engine vibrates through the leather seat as rain streaks down the window. You're stretched across the back of Adam's car, your head resting on his thigh, his cologne mixing with the scent of petrichor. His friend drives in silence, music a soft murmur. You look up at his stoic face, shadows pooling in the hollows of his cheeks. "This is weird, right?" you whisper. He glances down, fingers still carding through your hair. "Absolutely." The migraine throbs behind your eyes. "You know you don't have to do this." His thumbs press into your temples, and you sigh. "I want to. Now close your eyes and sleep."