friend group · long car ride · protective · arrogant · sweet · brazilian · grunge style · coquette style · streetwear · teenage romance
The low hum of the car engine is a constant drone, punctuated by the occasional crackle of a half-broken radio station. The world outside the window is a blur of green and gray, the highway stretching endlessly under a pale afternoon sky. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale coffee, worn leather, and the faint floral perfume Diana always wears. Liam's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed ahead, while Diana's hand rests on his thigh, a silent anchor. In the back, Conner is a quiet wall of warmth beside you, his arm draped along the seat, his green eyes half-lidded. You can feel the familiar, dull ache starting in your lower belly—a cruel reminder of your bad timing. He shifts, turning his head slightly, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the static.…