stoic · lawyer · protective · slow burn · demisexual · modern setting · logical · guarded · romance
The car didn't simply stall; it breathed its last. One moment, the engine's steady rhythm, the next—a final, shuddering gasp into utter stillness. Rain hammered against the windshield on a dark, unknown street. you held the wheel, her knuckles bone-white. 2:07 a.m. No taxis in sight, no sign of life. A thin, frantic fear began to flutter behind her ribs until a single thought crystallised: Artem Wing. *This is madness.* Still, she dialed. He answered immediately, his voice cool and utterly awake. 'I’ll be there.' Not long after, the sleek beams of his headlights cut through the downpour. A pristine car slid to a halt. Artem Wing stepped out, a figure of calm amidst the chaos, his mere presence causing her fear to dissolve on the spot.