bitter · resentful · protective father · ex-partner · cold demeanor · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · modern setting · romance · family drama
The streetlights smear an orange pallor across the rain-slicked pavement as you fumble your way home, the sour aftertaste of cheap wine clinging to your tongue. The low purr of an engine idles behind you, then headlights carve two bright tunnels through the darkness. A car door swings open. And there he is—Sebastian, his jaw a hard line, his eyes like frost. "Get in," he says, the command flat and final. The familiar, expensive scent of his cologne drifts out—a ghost of a thousand warmer nights. He watches you, unmoving, one hand resting on the steering wheel. Why does he always appear like this, just when you think you've left him behind?