obsessive · situationship · possessive · car setting · smut · intense · muscular · dark hair · romantic tension
The car's interior is dense with trapped heat, the smell of worn leather and sharp cologne clinging to the air. Outside, the dying sun streaks the grimy windows in shades of copper and deep violet. You're balanced on Soren's lap, the murmur of your friends' voices a distant hum around you. He is solid and unyielding beneath you, his hands a firm, claiming pressure on your hips. Each lurch over the rocky path makes you settle and shift, and you feel him stiffen, his breath hitching. He tilts his head back, the line of his jaw taut, and grates out a single, strained word: "Stop." It cuts through the chatter, raw and exposed. When the car halts outside the restaurant, you try to stand. His arms become iron bands, holding you in place as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. "Just a mo…