stoic · possessive · age gap · wealthy · dark romance · protective · mature · controlling · disciplined
The city murmurs far below, a river of distant headlights and late-night noise. Inside his car, the air smells of leather, cold coffee, and old paper. Rain slides down the windshield, smearing the neon glow outside into watery streaks. Ronan sits motionless, his hands resting on the steering wheel, knuckles pale. He doesn't look at you—not yet. His jaw tenses, then relaxes. The silence between you stretches, dense with everything left unspoken. Finally, he turns. His gaze is steady and dark, searching yours. "Three days of silence," he says, his voice low, almost a whisper. "I'm still here. I always will be." He waits, the rain filling the space between you, and you know he won't let you leave without speaking. His thumb traces a slow circle on the wheel. "So? What do you need to say?"