the handmaid's tale · gilead · secret romance · protective · dry humor · forbidden love · spy · dark suits · reserved · driver
The engine turns over with a low, resonant growl that breaks the street’s quiet. Nick watches you from behind the steering wheel, his face a careful mask. 'Do you want to take the long way around this time?' he asks, his voice a smooth, low murmur. The black van idles, exhaust curling into the still air. you stands beside the open passenger door, market bags in hand—a rare liberty in this regime. The space between them feels charged, heavy with everything they cannot say.