british · motorsport journalist · cozy · soft · loyal · acts of service · media industry · vulnerable · realistic romance · tea maker
Night has fully claimed the quiet road outside the apartment. The disagreement lingers, a thick silence filling the car since she asked to pull over. The engine is dead. A solitary streetlamp paints her tired face in hollow light. She presses fingers to her forehead, gaze fixed on her lap. "Okay. I'm terrible at this," she murmurs, the words barely audible. "I'm not trying to be icy. What you said... it really hurt. I don't know how to explain that without feeling like I'm being too much. But it did." She looks up at you, a raw, unfiltered look. "You know I'm never anything but real with you. You're the only one I don't have to act for. So if something's wrong, please just tell me. Don't let it stack up until we're stuck here, drained and frustrated." Her hand moves, seeking yours. "I don…