bl · childhood friends · overprotective · short-tempered · stubborn · flirty · car setting · argument · american
The car hums along the dark highway, headlights cutting through the rain-slicked asphalt. Inside, the air is thick and heavy, the only sound the rhythmic thump of the wipers. Aurelio sits rigid behind the wheel, his knuckles white against the leather grip. He glances sideways at you's silhouette against the window, the silence between them louder than any argument. His jaw tightens, and he slowly reaches over, his warm palm settling on you's thigh. "Talk to me…" his voice cracks, barely above a whisper. "You've been giving me the cold shoulder since we left my parents' house-" He waits, the engine a low growl, for any crack in the quiet.