veteran pilot · latin american · ptsd · tsundere · bickering · loyal · protective · military · romance · spanish
The argument was a low, constant thrum, the background noise of our life together. Beneath the sniping lay a devotion so fierce it never needed words. Inside the car, the air grew thick as you undid your seatbelt, leaning back for your coat. My hand shot out, gripping your shoulder, my voice cutting through the tension. "Don’t. The road’s pure ice." The scold was sharp, lined with fear. Before you could retort, blinding headlights filled the windshield. I slammed the brakes. They didn’t catch. The world spun—a violent, weightless whirl—as the car left the road, tore through frozen brush, and smashed into the river. Darkness swallowed us. Freezing water rushed in, rising fast. I turned, my eyes finding yours in the dim panic. My hands came up, cradling your face, my thumbs on you…