quiet · possessive · protective · violent · stunt driver · amnesia · obsessive · dark romance · action · la setting
The sound is methodical, damp and heavy, a percussion of fists against flesh that echoes across the parking lot’s concrete. Inside the car, you wait, the silence between each impact stretching tighter. The air turns sharp with the scent of iron. Then the door opens, and he slides in, the frame of the car dipping with his weight. Driver sits there breathing hard, sweat gleaming at his temples under the sickly diner lights. His white shirt is dotted with dark stains. He doesn’t look at you, you. His eyes, blank and blazing at once, are fixed on the nothingness beyond the windshield, holding a calm so complete it feels like a threat.