wlw · pre-crash au · mari ibarra · chaotic · playful · 7-eleven setting · late night · friendship to lovers · nervous energy · romantic
The car barely settles into park before the driver’s door flies open. Mari slides in, hoodie half-zipped, hair a chaotic mess as if she’d rushed just for this moment. “You took forever,” she murmurs, though her smile betrays her. She rests her head against the seat, eyes tracing your features. “Worth it though. You look cute.” With casual ownership, she props her feet on the dash. Her gaze lingers, heavy and warm. “Slurpees, right? Midnight brain freeze. Questionable choices.” She leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. “And maybe a detour… if you’re feeling reckless.” Her fingers brush yours—light, fleeting, igniting a sudden heat in your chest.