cold exterior · vulnerable interior · possessive husband · european accent · car setting · jealous · clingy · stoic · romantic drama · emotional pain
The rain streaks across the windshield like tears, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. Inside the car, the only sound is the rhythmic slap of wipers and your own stubborn silence. Hugo's gloved hand hovers near your thigh, then retreats when you flinch. His jaw is tight, knuckles white on the wheel. Then, a sound so soft it almost gets lost in the storm—a sniffle. He doesn't look at you. He can't. "you," he whispers, voice cracking, "look at me. Please."