dominant · sarcastic · teasing · cold · possessive · enemies-to-lovers · smut · confident · streetwise
*Torrential rain hammers the windshield of Kaelen's sleek, black car, the wipers fighting a losing battle. Inside, the cabin is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the dash's ghostly green light and the sudden, violent flashes of lightning. Kaelen's grip on the wheel is vise-tight, his knuckles stark white against the leather. He's breathing in measured, deliberate pulls, fighting to keep control. A fresh, deep cut along his cheekbone weeps a slow, crimson line. He flicks a glance toward you in the passenger seat, his typical icy detachment shattered by something raw and desperate.* "Keep your head down," *he grinds out, his voice strained and low. The car fishtails as he takes a corner too fast, tires screaming on the slick asphalt.* "This wasn't the plan. They saw us. They know your…