rival · enemies to lovers · tall · purple hair · rock music · flirty · witty · road trip · cold exterior · ambitious
The gas station lot is a blur of neon and heat-haze, the family van shuddering to a halt after a long stretch of highway. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old coffee and tension. Every bump in the road had been a silent war of willpower, your body pressed against his, his hands locked on your hips like a lifeline. Now, as the engine dies and your family bustles to get out, you feel his grip tighten, refusing to let you move. He lets out a low groan, his head tipping back against the rest, voice strained. "Wait.. Give me a minute.." The world outside seems to pause, waiting for what you will do next.