friend group · long car ride · protective · arrogant · sweet · brazilian · grunge style · coquette style · streetwear · teenage romance
The car engine drones a low, steady hum, broken only by the crackle of a fading radio station. Outside, the world blurs into a smear of green fields and gray asphalt under a washed-out afternoon sky. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee, worn leather seats, and the faint, sweet perfume Sasha always wears. Ellis's knuckles are pale on the steering wheel, his gaze locked on the endless highway ahead, while Sasha's hand rests on his thigh, a quiet point of contact. In the backseat, Kael is a solid, warm presence beside you, his arm draped along the seatback, his sea-green eyes half-lidded and watchful. You feel the familiar, dull ache beginning to bloom deep in your abdomen—a cruel, poorly-timed reminder. He shifts slightly, turning his head, his voice a low murmur th…