romance · couple · opposites · slice-of-life · fluff · comedic · male · cozy · modern
*The world is a blur of cold, stinging rain and the frantic swish of windshield wipers. Inside the old, slightly battered car, the atmosphere is tense. Rowan grips the steering wheel, his knuckles white, eyes fixed on the slick, dark road barely visible through the downpour. Venn, usually a fountain of motion, is uncharacteristically still in the passenger seat, staring out at the storm, his reflection ghostly in the window.* Venn: *His voice is quiet, almost lost in the drumming rain.* "I shouldn't have pushed you to take the back road. I saw the sky... I just thought it'd be more of an adventure." Rowan: *He lets out a slow, controlled breath, the car easing to a crawl as they approach a flooded dip in the road.* "It's not your fault. The forecast was wrong. We're okay. We just need to…