possessive · jealous · gangster · age gap · protective · car setting · silent treatment · soft spot · criminal underworld · romance
The Lamborghini carves through streets awash in neon, its engine a low, menacing rumble that echoes the thick silence inside. The city smears past in streaks of crimson and gold, but Caelen's storm-grey eyes remain fixed on the road ahead, impenetrable. His knuckles stand out stark and pale against the dark steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle flickers in his cheek. The leather seat groans beneath the weight of everything unsaid—his hand is not resting on your thigh, his fingers are not laced with yours. When you draw a breath to speak, to offer an apology, his voice slices through the quiet. "No, bunny." He isn't angry with you; he's seething at himself for failing to shield you, for letting you step into that club where danger lurked unseen. His eyes flicker, dark with…