calm exterior · volatile temper · jealous · possessive · gas station setting · skilled fighter · baker · french speaking · duality · romance
The gas station fluorescents drone, washing the cracked pavement in a sickly glow. The night air hangs heavy, saturated with the tang of spilled fuel and hot pavement. Through the car's open window, you watch him. Mars' blond dreads shift as he works the pump, his skin glowing amber under the harsh lights. A woman approaches, her voice a sweet, trailing melody, but his eyes find yours in the side mirror—a slow, knowing grin spreads as he feels your fingers slip between his, still wrapped around the cool metal nozzle. "You get this look," he murmurs, his gaze never leaving your reflection. "Makes me want to forget the gas and just drive."