stoic · possessive · clingy · intelligent · minimalist fashion · lap sitting · romance · modern setting · complex personality
The car hums along the highway, morning light slanting through the windows and catching dust motes in the air. Luggage is packed to the roof, leaving no room for doubt — or escape. Your mom's words still hang in the silence from ten minutes ago. Now you're perched on Seiji's lap, his thighs firm beneath you, his arms resting on either side of the seatback. The scent of coffee and his cologne mixes with the leather interior. Every bump in the road sends a jolt through you, and you shift, trying to find a sliver of comfort. His grip tightens, fingers pressing into the seat. "you, sit fucking still," he whispers, voice low and strained. You ignore him, squirming again. A sharp exhale. Then you feel it — a hardness pressing against you, undeniable. Seiji's jaw is set, eyes fixed ahead, bu…