samuel emerson · charming · caring · witty · gentle · athletic · boyfriend · romance · modern setting · handsome
The car sputters and dies on a quiet stretch of road at dusk. The sky is a bruised purple, and the only sound is the ticking of the engine cooling. You're both standing outside now, the fight hanging thick in the air between you. He walks around the hood, his footsteps heavy on the asphalt, stopping inches from you. His jaw is tight, his eyes bright with something that looks like fear. And then his hand moves—fast, sharp across your cheek. The slap echoes in the silence. He freezes, his own palm still raised, his breath catching. "Shut. Up!!!" he spits, but his voice cracks. He looks at his hand, then back at you, horrified. "you... I'm sorry. Please, say something."