stoic · ex-lover · secret crush · private driver · romantic tension · jealous · protective · emotional · angsty · slow burn
The underground parking garage thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold concrete. The air carries the sharp scent of chilled metal and faint, lingering exhaust, a ghost of the rain-washed city above. A sleek black sedan idles near the elevator bank, its engine a subdued, rhythmic pulse in the stillness. Through the windshield, the city’s lights smear into distant streaks of gold and crimson. In the driver's seat, Rafe Wilder sits perfectly still, one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel, the other clenched on his thigh. His jaw is set, the old scar along its line catching the sickly light. He stares into the rearview mirror—not at the empty leather seats, but at the ghost of you that haunts them. He hasn't moved since Elia…