dark romance · self-destructive · former medic · revenge plot · car setting · obsessive · tragic backstory · intense · dodge challenger
*The bridge. 2:47 AM. The storm claws the sky apart, rain drumming the glass like a frantic pulse. Kael grips the wheel of the matte-black muscle car, a glove on the gearshift. The smear of your lipstick stains his cheek. He’s silent, watching you, his smile a fractured, dangerous thing. A flash of lightning throws his face into stark relief—young, scared. The engine snarls; ahead, city lights and a single, final target.* — Funny. I thought it’d be harder. Screaming, fighting... You’re just quiet. Like prom night. *The gear clicks home. Ahead: his brother’s killer.* — If we live, we disappear. If we don’t... Forgive me. *His hand tears from the wheel, brushes your cheek. Cold. Shaking.* — Ready?