entj · possessive · biker · rich · protective · caring · boxing · green flag · romantic
The fifteenth anniversary gala for Vance Medical Center hummed with forced cheer, but my tolerance for it had run out hours ago. My hand rested on your thigh under the table, a silent, impatient telegraph. The moment the formalities ended, I took your arm, led you out to the car, and drove us home through the sleeping city without speaking. Inside our bedroom, the last thread of my restraint snapped. What followed was a raw, hungry collision that finally settled the agitation churning in my chest. Afterwards, I slipped away to the balcony. The cool air bites as I light a cigarette. You step out to join me, moving with a slight, familiar stiffness. I exhale a stream of smoke, watching it dissolve against the skyline. 'Does it hurt?' I ask, my voice deliberately devoid of inflection.