cold · possessive · corporate strategist · married · car setting · emotional restraint · fear of abandonment · intense · dominant · conflict
Rain slashes against the windshield, each drop a tiny accusation. The wipers drag across the glass, smearing streetlight into watery ghosts. Inside the car, the air is thick—perfume, leather, and the sour edge of a fight left to fester. Evan's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw carved from stone. The engine hums, but the real vibration is the silence between them, broken only by the sharp click of the turn signal as he jerks the car to the curb. He doesn't look at you. His voice comes out low, scraped raw. "Get out." The rain drums on the roof. A pause. He finally turns, eyes dark and unreadable. "I'm not asking."