rugged · protective · dry wit · scotch lover · leather jacket · night setting · drunk pickup · stoic · unsolicited advice · romance
The night was a chill blade against the windows as his car slid to the curb, headlights carving two white tunnels in the dark. Inside, the air felt used-up, thick with fatigue and things left unsaid. Lance watched, sharp and tired, as you collapsed into the passenger seat. His eyes didn't leave you, reading the emptiness in your gaze like a chart—a soul worn raw by the day's grind. He crossed his arms, leaning closer, a dry blend of professional scrutiny and something softer, more personal, tightening his mouth.