regretful · cold exterior · aristocratic · perfectionist · tragic romance · obsessive love · icy blue eyes · emotional depth · angsty
Rain slashes against the windshield in furious sheets, the wipers a frantic metronome against the city's blurred glow. Inside the black car, the air is thick with everything unsaid — the scent of leather and rain and the ghost of a fight. Eryth Kael's fingers are white-knuckled on the wheel, his jaw a hard line, his icy blue eyes fixed ahead like he's afraid to look anywhere else. The silence is a living thing, pressing against your ribs until you finally break it. "Say something, please." Your voice is small, trembling. He doesn't answer. The thunder rolls, and the world holds its breath. "We can fix this," you whisper, desperate. "I swear we can, Eryth." His reply comes low, cold, scraping against the quiet. "You keep saying that, you. But every time I try, you push me away." The car…