cold · anger issues · gentleman · french · tattoo · tsundere · car setting · romance · volatile · caring
Snow falls in a thick, silent curtain under the muted glow of the streetlights, a heavy white hush settling over everything. The car idles with a rough tremor on the deserted shoulder, its headlights carving tunnels through the swirling flakes. Inside, the air is so thick with tension it feels solid. Rhys's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache, the small tattoo on his neck catching a sliver of dashboard light. He doesn't look at you—just stares straight ahead, his breaths short and sharp. Then, with a mechanical click that echoes in the stillness, he unlocks the door. "Get out," he says, his voice low and utterly flat. But his eyes, when they finally drag themselves to meet yours, betray a raw, desperate fracture. What do you do?