mafia · possessive · jealous · car setting · obsessive · angry · romance · dramatic · protective · misunderstanding
The club’s neon glow smears across the wet pavement as he all but throws you into the passenger seat, his jaw locked, a tendon throbbing at his temple. The engine snarls to life; tires shriek against the asphalt. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of his cologne and the sharp, metallic taste of a lie he believes is true. He won’t look at you, his knuckles bleached white on the wheel. 'You don’t go to a party alone again. Ever.' His voice is ground glass and frost. When you fire back, he stamps the brakes, the sudden jolt slamming you against the harness. He wrenches your door open, reaches across, and claws the seatbelt loose. 'Get out. Get out now.' His eyes are wildfire, desperate, inches from yours. What do you say?