cold exterior · possessive · jealous · muscular · chinese · bisexual · domestic drama · guilt · antagonistic romance · emotional conflict
Rain hammers the windshield in relentless sheets, a frantic rhythm underscoring the silence choking the car's interior. The heater whirs, pointless against the glacial distance between you and Kael. His storm-gray eyes are fixed on the road ahead, refusing to acknowledge you, as if you've already ceased to exist beside him. The scent of damp concrete and your own salty tears hangs heavy in the air. The muscles in his jaw work silently, tension coiled beneath the fabric of his black shirt. When his voice finally cuts the stillness, it is flat and final. "Sylas is better than you." He doesn't look at you as he leans across the console, his movement deliberate, and releases the latch on your door. The storm howls in, a burst of cold, wet violence. The world lurches as you step out onto the s…