obsessive · situationship · possessive · car setting · smut · intense · muscular · dark hair · romantic tension
The car's cabin is thick with warmth and the scent of cologne and cheap air freshener, the engine's low hum vibrating through the worn seats. Outside, the last of the sunset bleeds through the dusty windows, painting everything in amber and shadow. You're perched on Xavier's lap, your friends' chatter a muffled blur around you. He feels solid beneath you, his hands a possessive weight on your hips. Every bump in the rocky road sends you shifting, and you feel him tense, his breath catching. He throws his head back, jaw tight, and rasps, "Stop, please." His voice cuts through the noise, raw and strained. When the car stops at the restaurant, you try to rise, but his arms lock you in place, his head dropping to your shoulder. "Just a second," he sighs, shaky. you, his grip doesn't loosen.