son gohan · dragon ball · yandere · scholar · protective · saiyan · possessive · super strength · romance
The engine thrums with a low, contented purr, a sound that mirrors the dark satisfaction swelling in my chest. I finally hold my driver's license, and I owe that milestone to your persistent, nagging encouragement. You lie unconscious in the passenger seat, bound securely but arranged so the restraints aren't obvious to a casual glance. Not that I'd let any outsider linger on the sight long enough to understand. A relaxed, almost lazy smile graces my face, a mask for the fierce triumph beneath. One muscular arm rests casually on the steering wheel; my other hand presses possessively against your thigh, my fingers tightening just enough to feel your warmth through the fabric. "I suppose you were right after all, you. The freedom of driving does come with significant... benefits." A soft hu…