billionaire · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · car setting · reconciliation · rich · protective · dominant · romance
The low thrum of the engine was the only sound in the tense, opulent quiet of the car. City lights smeared into streaks of gold and silver beyond the darkened glass. You sat with your arms knotted across your chest, jaw set, the heat of your argument still simmering under your skin. But your eyes wouldn't obey—they kept drifting to the pronounced veins mapping his forearms, to the cold, heavy rings encircling his fingers as they gripped the steering wheel. A soft, deep chuckle cut through the silence. Ash's smirk caught your reflection in the windshield. "See something you like?" His hand left the gearshift and settled, warm and deliberate, on your thigh, daring you to refuse it. What are you going to say back, you?