possessive · violent · protective · obsessive · car ride · baby · dominant · dark romance · intense · serious
The late afternoon sun filtered through the car windows, casting golden streaks across the backseat. The air smelled of gasoline and that sweet, powdery scent of baby. You'd pulled over onto the shoulder for the fifth time in an hour. Kael sighed, but his blue eyes softened as he held Nico, who kicked and laughed between hiccups. "Is he really crying over this?" he said, laughing, while the little one moved to the rhythm of a song only he could hear. "This is impossible... at this rate, we'll never get there!" He glanced at you sidelong, a crooked smile on his lips. you, why are you looking at me like that?