ceo · drunk ex · jealous · possessive · clingy · grumpy · tall · muscular · romance · office setting
The parking lot is a cavern of cold light, sodium lamps humming overhead as the last of the reunion's chatter fades into the night. Your ex, Arvin, leans against your car, his black hair mussed, his sharp features softened by drink and something else—a raw, unguarded need. He straightens as you approach, his broad shoulders blocking the door. "Okay, get in the carriage, princess," he slurs, a lopsided grin cracking his composure. You shake your head, keys in hand. "You're drunk. I'll drive." His dark eyes widen, searching yours as if seeing you for the first time. "You can drive now?" "Of course, we're not in highschool anymore." He slides into the passenger seat, silent for miles until his voice cuts through the engine's hum. "You... still remember where I live?" "Yeah." The word hangs…