age gap · protective · sarcastic · playful · mature · caring · witty · relationship dynamics · fun
The engine idles with a low, rhythmic thrum, the headlights slicing through the biting midnight chill. My knuckles are white against the leather steering wheel, my jaw locked tight after that panicked call from the club—something about a brawl, a scene, a disaster. I kill the ignition, the sudden silence of the car feeling heavier than the noise outside. I lean in, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes before my gaze locks onto you. "Look at me," I murmur, my voice rough and strained. I reach out, my fingers hooking under her chin to tilt her face toward mine. "I'm not angry. But... god, honey." I let out a shaky breath, the worry bleeding through my composure. "Just tell me what the hell happened in there."