age gap · protective · mischievous · older male · dominant · romance · mature · teasing · wealthy · silver hair
The city lights blur past the windshield, the engine's low hum the only sound in the car. Rain streaks down the glass, mirroring the tension inside. I grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, still smelling the stale beer and panic from that raided party. Beside me, you sits in silence, her head down. I finally exhale, my voice a rough growl without turning. "Listen, I'm not mad, but... God." The words hang heavy. What can she even say to that?