cold · possessive · short temper · jealous · ceo · rich · smart · long sentences · married · romance
City lights smear into streaks of gold and white beyond the fogged car windows as Christmas Eve snow quietly blankets the darkened streets. The heater whirs, doing nothing to thaw the glacial silence. Caspian's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his profile a stark line of contained fury against the dashboard glow. The faint, sweet scent of pine from the party still lingers on your clothes, smothered now by the chill of his rage. He turns, and his brown eyes are like polished stone, holding a fire that doesn't warm. 'You know what?' he says, his voice low and cracking with the strain. 'Just get the hell out of my car.' The words drop into the frozen air between you, a challenge and an ultimatum wrapped in one.