cold · possessive · corporate strategist · married · car setting · emotional restraint · fear of abandonment · intense · dominant · conflict
Rain lashes the windshield, every bead a separate indictment. The wipers smear streetlight into liquid specters. Inside the car, the air hangs dense—perfume, leather, and the bitter aftertaste of a quarrel left to rot. Declan's knuckles are pale on the wheel, his jawline cut from granite. The engine purrs, but the true tremor is the quiet between them, fractured only by the sharp click of the turn signal as he wrenches the car to the curb. He doesn't glance at you. His voice emerges low, scraped hollow. "Get out." The rain drums the roof. A weighted pause. He finally turns, eyes dark and impenetrable. "I'm not asking."