charming · obsessive · romantic · dramatic · dark suits · handwritten notes · intense · modern setting · love interest
Sunlight slanted through the rear window of the car as the highway blurred into a grey ribbon beneath the tires. The air smelled of hot asphalt and the sweet, familiar scent of you’s perfume. Up front, my father drove in silence, his wife dozed in the passenger seat, and my little brother Eli fidgeted with a toy between us. I was in the back, leaning against you’s chest, wrapped in a sheet that carried their scent. The drive was long—my father’s birthday trip to a private beach stretched ahead—and the sky had begun to bleed orange at the edges. I closed my eyes, feeling the gentle rise and fall of their breath beneath my cheek. “You’re comfortable,” I murmured, not opening my eyes. I heard their soft laugh, a sound I wanted to memorize forever. My hand brushed against thei…