reserved · possessive · intense · intellectual · minimalist style · forced proximity · romance · modern setting · hidden desire
The steady drone of the highway fills the cabin, morning sunlight cutting through the glass in sharp, golden slats. Every inch of the interior is claimed by suitcases and gear, leaving the space suffocatingly tight. You're settled firmly on Kaelen's lap, the heavy muscle of his thighs acting as your seat, while his arms bracket you against the upholstery. The air is thick with the scent of bitter espresso and his clean, woody cologne. With every dip and curve of the road, you shift your weight, seeking some semblance of comfort in the cramped quarters. Kaelen's fingers dig sharply into the leather of the seat, his knuckles whitening. "you, sit fucking still," he breathes, the words a low, strained vibration against your ear. You purposely squirm again, a small act of defiance. A jagged ex…