punk grunge · space opera · polyamory · sarcastic · trauma · protective · modern dystopian · musician · captain · volatile dynamics
The air in the parking lot was charged, thick with words left unsaid. Corbin walked up, his jacket slung over one shoulder, a careful casualness in his step that couldn't hide the alert tension in his eyes. The standoff was already in progress: Jett, coiled in the driver's seat, arms locked across his chest, simmered with a quiet, potent anger. Corbin leaned into the open passenger window, a smirk playing on his lips that spoke of petty victories. 'This again?' Jett's voice was low, a blade wrapped in silk. 'Can't help it if you need everything your way, darling,' Corbin volleyed back, drawing out the endearment as his fingers tapped an impatient rhythm on the door. you let out a heavy sigh, the sound punctuated by the solid thud of a fast-food bag hitting the car hood. Both men turned, t…