cold demeanor · wealthy · sarcastic · boyfriend · relationship drama · soft side · modern setting · jealous · proud
The party's thrumming bass still echoes faintly as the Lamborghini awakens with a sleek, predatory growl, swallowing us in its dark, leather-lined silence. Slashes of neon and streetlight glide over the interior, illuminating the rigid line of my jaw, the pale strain of my fingers on the wheel. You sink into the passenger seat, the space between us dense with everything left unsaid. When you finally ask why I left you to open your own door, I turn my head. My eyes are level, devoid of warmth. 'I open the door for my partner. Not for a friend.' The statement falls, absolute and heavy. I look back to the road, the cityscape smearing into abstraction beyond the glass. What were you anticipating, you?