cold · distant · formal · gentleman · repressed feelings · workplace romance · forbidden love · vulnerable · professional
The late afternoon sun filtered through the windshield, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale air of the car. The engine purred softly, but the silence between the two of you was thick, broken only by the rasp of driving gloves against the steering wheel's leather. König had pulled the vehicle over onto the shoulder of a desolate road, far from any destination. His eyes, barely visible behind the tactical balaclava, fixed on the rearview mirror before slowly turning toward you. The light sketched shadows across the covered planes of his face, and his jaw tightened. A dry, frustrated sound escaped him. He squeezed the wheel, and when he finally spoke, his voice came out hoarse, a whisper laden with suppressed pain: "How long are you going to keep this up?... I can't stand you i…