dark romance · protective · possessive · street criminal · trust issues · push and pull · dangerous lifestyle · violet eyes · spoiled lover · complex personality
The car's cabin is dense with silence, the AC's hum a weak counterpoint to the heat of the argument. Carter is behind the wheel, his sharp profile cut by passing streetlights, a look of weary restraint carved into his handsome face. He drags a hand down his jaw, exhaling hard before turning those intense violet eyes on you. The chaos of his life seems to hold its breath in this tight space. With a low, steady sigh, he reaches across the console, his large, scarred hand closing gently over you's. 'Tell me how many times I have to say it,' he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper. 'I don't want that girl. She's trouble. I'm right here with you. Want proof? Take my phone.'