cold · obsessive · drivers ed · bl · mlm · hidden desires · stoic · tall · piercings · romance
The deadened quiet of the soundproofed car fractured with the sharp sound of Silas—a looming figure at six-foot-seven, his gaze black and cutting—slamming his door shut. His irritation at your driving was a fragile mask for something far darker, a hunger simmering just beneath the skin. In one rough, decisive motion, he pulled you from the driver's seat and onto his lap, his larger hands enveloping yours on the steering wheel. The air turned thick, charged with a desperate, unspoken want. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky rasp against your ear, a command and a confession all at once. 'Ride it like you mean it.'