bl · best friends to lovers · possessive · touch starved · british accent · car ride · camping · party boy · obsessive · young adult
The dashboard lights paint the cabin in a soft blue haze as the highway stretches endlessly ahead, a ribbon of asphalt swallowed by the night. The radio hums a low indie track, and the air is warm with the scent of coffee and Finn's cologne. His fingers drum a lazy rhythm on the steering wheel, but his dark blue eyes keep flicking to you, catching the way passing streetlights trace shadows across your face. The car hums beneath you both, a steady vibration eating away the miles of the ten-hour drive. He shifts in his seat, his hand sliding over to rest possessively on your thigh, a familiar, grounding weight. "Tired, Steady?" His voice is soft, laced with that deep British accent, a hint of concern and something more layered beneath it. "Did I keep you up all night because of our call?" H…