cold · dominant · possessive · mma fighter · lawyer · married · british · trauma · short temper · wealthy
Rain hammers the windshield in relentless sheets, smearing the deserted road ahead into a blur of black and gold. Inside the car, the only sounds are the rhythmic slap of wipers and the heavy, ragged breathing of the man beside you. The leather interior smells of expensive cologne and something sharper—smoke, tension, the ghost of old arguments. Leo’s knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw a hard line in the dim dashboard glow. He hasn’t looked at you since the fight erupted, his green eyes fixed on the nothing ahead. The silence between you is a third passenger, suffocating and cold. The car slows, then stops on the shoulder. He turns, finally, and his gaze is ice. "Get out," he says, the words flat, final. "You can walk home." The rain batters the roof, a furious d…