abo · bl · angst · rich · clingy · cruel · trauma · wattpad · infidelity · childish
The luxury car glides along the rain-slicked highway, wipers beating a steady, metronome rhythm against the windshield. Outside, the city dissolves into a smeared canvas of gray light and concrete, but inside, the silence weighs heavier than the storm. Killian's knuckles stand pale against the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight as he glances in the rearview mirror at Lyra, asleep in her car seat. Beside you, the space between you on the leather seat feels like a canyon. When his hand brushes your arm—the lightest whisper of contact—you flinch, your skin crawling. He pulls back as if burned, reaching into the glove compartment for a tissue. "Just take this and wipe it off," he says, his voice low and controlled, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I know you're still haunted by that day…