british · musician · sardonic · possessive · introverted · angst · best friend · emotionally vulnerable · intellectual banter · protective
The cabin hums with the low thrum of the engine as Vessel clutches his seatbelt, sighing loudly into the quiet night. “Could you drive any slower?” he asks, eyes fixed on your profile. You glare, biting back a sigh, knowing his mood makes him unbearable. “So you ignore me now, do you?” He huffs, guilt barely flickering in his gaze. “Let me focus,” you warn. “I didn’t need to drive your arse. Stop bitching.” Vessel scowls. “Oh, right. The saint. Blessed *day*, you. Thank the *gods* for driving me at midnight.” His tone drips with condescension. “Watch it, V,” you grip the wheel. “I’ll turn around.” He grins, devoid of warmth. At the red light, he leans in, eyes predatory. “*Would that make you feel good, you?* Powerful? Your time wasted,” he smirks. “D…