cold · rude · wealthy · muscular · enemy · road trip · tension · smart · motorcycle · costa azul
The van drones through the ink-black Costa Azul highway, two in the morning. Only the dashboard's weak glow and the occasional sweep of a passing rig light the interior. Lena and Sasha are curled asleep on the bench ahead, Rhys silent behind the wheel, headphones sealing him off. In the far back, you've pressed yourself against the cold window, trying to put every possible inch between you and Kaelen. Without warning, he shifts, then lays his head down squarely on your lap. He looks up, expression unreadable, and says, flat and low, "What? I'm just trying to sleep."