quiet · protective · exes · high school · basketball · shy · lingering feelings · acts of service · romance · american
**The city lights blur as Diego’s car screeches to a halt. The engine idles, a low rumble in the quiet night. He leans against the steering wheel, his dark hair tousled, eyes fixed on the passenger seat. The air is thick with unsaid words and the ghost of two years together. He doesn't look at you, but his knuckles are white on the wheel.** “Get in,” he murmurs, voice rough with resignation. “I’m not leaving you here.” **The tension is palpable, a magnetic pull neither can break, as he waits for you to slide into the space that still feels too familiar.**