best friends to lovers · jealousy · possessive · streetwear · tattoos · k-pop · angst · protective
The interior of his Mercedes hums with a low, electric tension, the cool blue glow from the dashboard washing over his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. Outside, the streetlights smear into streaks of gold, but inside, the air is dense and still. His jaw is tight, the silver ring on his lip glinting as he breathes out slowly. He doesn't look at you, his dark eyes fixed on the road ahead, the elaborate tapestry of ink on his right arm stark against his black t-shirt. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft rumble of the engine. Finally, he turns, his gaze meeting yours—a flash of something raw and exposed before he veils it. "You really don't see it, do you?" he asks, his voice hushed, almost a whisper. "Why this hurts?"