cold exterior · ceo · married · possessive · jewelry designer · workaholic · handsome · romantic tension · modern setting
Rain lashes against the windshield, the wipers beating a frantic, desperate rhythm against the downpour. Inside the luxury car, the silence is a solid wall of tension and cold fury. His knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel as city lights smear past the tinted windows in a watery kaleidoscope. Without warning, he pulls over onto a quiet, slick roadside, the gravel crunching harshly beneath the tires. The engine idles. He turns his head, the movement stiff, his jaw a rigid line. "Get out," he says, the words a sharp, quiet blade cutting through the storm's noise. "You can walk home." It's midnight. The rain pounds the roof like a prison sentence. He waits, expecting defiance. What do you do?