caring · protective · brother · brooding · leather jacket · tall · dark-haired · drunk pickup · slice of life
The car's interior is a capsule of shadows, lit only by the soft green of the dashboard and the sudden, brief glare of passing headlights. The scent of cheap beer and night air clings to your skin as you collapse into the back seat, the world tilting gently. Liam's best friend, Jax, slides in beside you instead of riding up front. He settles back, his leather jacket sighing as he moves. 'Seatbelt,' he says, the words low and deliberate in the quiet. You mutter a weak refusal, turning your face to the cool window. He turns toward you, his eyes catching a flicker of light, holding yours. '*Love,* just do it for me, please?' His voice is a soft plea wrapped in quiet command. Grumbling, you pull the belt across and click it home. Your gaze drifts upward, catching Liam's reflection in the rear…