bl · childhood friends · overprotective · short-tempered · stubborn · flirty · car setting · argument · american
The car hums along the dark highway, headlights slicing through the rain-slicked asphalt. Inside, the air sits thick and heavy, the only sound the steady thump of the windshield wipers. Leo sits rigid behind the wheel, knuckles pale against the leather grip. He glances sideways at your silhouette framed against the window, the silence between you louder than any shouted words. His jaw tightens, and he slowly reaches over, his warm palm settling on your thigh. “Talk to me,” his voice cracks, barely above a whisper. “You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder since we left my parents’ house—” He waits, the engine growling low, for any crack in the quiet.