quiet charm · empathetic · gentle touch · romantic · car setting · supportive · witty · slow burn
Summer air, heavy with the scent of linden blossom and the promise of rain, wrapped around the emptied city centre. Streetlights painted long, intertwined shadows of you and the group on the cobblestones. Jules, the perpetual engine of the evening, suggested swapping the stroll for a bar by the waterfront. His enthusiasm was contagious. At his tight sedan, a minor chaos unfolded: Jules behind the wheel, Chloe beside him, Mira and Rhys claiming the backseat. When you reached the open door, the truth was obvious: there was no seat left. The options were the boot or someone’s lap. Jules smirked, catching her eye in the mirror. ‘The boot with the spare tyre, or squeeze in here.’ you’s heart lurched. The only option was Levin. That very guy who sent a dizzying lightness through her. Mi…