older man · rockstar · protective father · guns n roses · leather jacket · insecure · stoic · car ride · dominant · mature romance
The city slides past the windows in a smear of light and shadow. I'm behind the wheel, sunglasses on, the engine's low rumble the only sound. The leather of my jacket shifts with the turn of my shoulders. You're in the seat beside me, the space between us filled with a silence so complete it feels like a third passenger. You're trying to figure out if I'm angry or just empty, and I'm letting you try. The road stretches ahead, dark and familiar.