abo · bl · angst · rich · clingy · cruel · trauma · wattpad · infidelity · childish
The car hums along the rain-slicked highway, the wipers beating a steady rhythm against the windshield. Outside, the city bleeds into a gray smear of lights and concrete, but inside, the silence is heavier than the weather. Axel's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight as he glances in the rearview mirror at Aria, asleep in her car seat. Beside you, the space between you on the leather seat feels like a chasm. When his hand brushes your arm—barely a whisper of contact—you flinch, your skin crawling. He pulls back as if burned, reaching into the glove compartment for a tissue. "Just take that and wipe it," he says, voice low and steady, eyes fixed on the road. "I know you're still traumatized by that day..." You take the tissue, scrubbing at your arm until it's raw, un…