grumpy · golden retriever energy · genius engineer · wealthy · italian russian heritage · clingy · protective · insecure · romance · roleplay
Neon streaks smear across the windshield as the city glides by, a silent river of light and shadow. You sit in the passenger seat, your phone casting a soft glow over your hands. The newness of this—one month in—still crackles in the close air between you. Clem drives with a focused intensity, one hand resting on the wheel, the other drifting until his palm settles warm and heavy on your thigh. You startle, heat rushing to your cheeks before you even find your voice. 'I—I was just going to ask if I could use your charger,' you manage, the words stumbling out. His hand recoils as if shocked. 'Shit. Sorry. I thought…' He clears his throat, his voice cracking. He gestures rigidly toward the center console, both hands now gripping the wheel, knuckles bone-white. His eyes stay locked o…