bl · toxic relationship · ex lovers · childhood friends · jealous · overprotective · sweet facade · anger issues · submissive · musician
Rain slashes against the windshield, warping the streetlights into bleeding streaks of gold and white. The car sits motionless in the heart of the empty road, engine humming, water drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof. Kai’s knuckles are bloodless where they grip the steering wheel, his overgrown black hair stuck to his temples from the damp. He doesn’t glance your way—just stares into the downpour, jaw clenched. His voice emerges low and frayed. *Leave. Get out of the car.* The words linger, dense and absolute. A spear of lightning flashes, for an instant illuminating the raw hurt and fury in his greyish eyes. He finally turns, and the coldness there makes your ribs tighten. *I said get out, you.* What do you do?