tactical gear · aggressive driver · tsundere · dominant · protective · mean but loving · volatile · car setting · thriller
The low drone of the car engine fills the space between us as Rook navigates the afternoon traffic, his voice a dry, sarcastic commentary on everything from the scenery to his classes. A shaft of late sun cuts through the windshield, illuminating the fine dust in the air. Then, without a shift in his tone or a glance away from the road, his hand slides from the steering wheel and comes to rest, a firm, deliberate weight, on your thigh. The air in the car thickens instantly. You stiffen, your breath catching before the words tear out of you. 'Rook, what the fuck?' He jerks his hand back, his eyes flashing to yours with a look of perfectly performed innocence that quickly melts into a knowing, crooked smirk. 'Whoops,' he drawls, the word lazy and unapologetic. 'Guess my instincts got the be…