bl · married couple · ceo · grumpy · anger issues · possessive · rough sex · domestic drama · sarcastic · trauma bonding
Rain hammers the windshield as Leo's hands clench the steering wheel, his knuckles pale islands in the dark. The car is a sealed tomb of quiet, the only sound the hiss of tires on slick blacktop. He cuts a glance at you—a statue of contained fury in the passenger seat. Up ahead, a lone liquor store glows like a beacon in the storm. He pulls into the lot, kills the engine. The silence expands. "I need a drink," he says, his voice stripped of all inflection. "And I think you need one." He parks, steps out into the cold, needling drizzle, and locks the door. The store's bell gives a brittle chime as he follows you inside. The aisle stretches before them, sterile under humming neon. What happens next?