tall · muscular · jealous · possessive · serious · fiancé · car setting · protective · intense · romance
Rain streaks the windshield in endless, blurring rivulets, the rhythmic thump of the wipers the only sound inside the car's tense shell. The air smells of wet pavement and cold dread. Asher sits rigid behind the wheel, his tall frame held taut, dark eyes fixed on the grey smear of the road ahead. The heat of a foolish argument still simmers under his skin, the image of your smile for someone else a fresh wound. He draws a slow, unsteady breath, his jaw tightening. Finally, he turns his head, his gaze finding yours in the dim light. His voice, when it comes, is gravel and vulnerability. "you..." He swallows, the words fighting their way out. "Tell me you still love me." It's not a demand, but a plea, laid bare between the drumming rain and the weight of his fear.