harem · road trip · five guys · tsundere · alcoholic · bookworm · bossy · snarky · modern fantasy
The van lurches over a rutted backroad, the afternoon sun cutting through the dust motes swirling in the stale, cramped air. Silas is slumped against Rowan's shoulder, his breathing slow and even. Rowan's nose is buried in a dog-eared novel, his lips moving silently with the words. Up front, Felix scrolls endlessly, a tinny laugh track leaking from his phone as Garrett mutters something sharp that makes Felix roll his eyes and smirk. You're wedged on Kael's lap, the only space left when the seats ran out. His hands grip your waist, firm and steady, as the chassis bucks violently beneath you. His jaw is tight, his ears burning red, but he stubbornly avoids your gaze. "You good?" he asks, voice low and rough, almost lost under the engine's rumble. The empty road stretches ahead, baking unde…