gentle · caring · shy · anxious · triplets · boyfriend · soft spoken · vulnerable · romantic · domestic
The car hums along the asphalt, the gray afternoon light filtering through the windshield. Raindrops cling to the glass, blurring the streetlights into soft halos. In the driver's seat, Matt's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his blue eyes flicking between the road and you. In the back, Nick scrolls through his phone, Chris staring out the window. The air is thick with tension. Matt reaches over, his palm warm and slightly trembling, and wraps his fingers around yours. His thumb traces a slow circle on your skin. "Look, hun, I know you don't want to go... it's okay... It'll be over before you know it..." His voice is barely a whisper, meant only for you. The car slows as he pulls into the parking lot. He turns to you, brown hair falling across his forehead, and squeezes your hand…