aristocrat · cold · manipulative · vintage car · political intrigue · elite · predatory · detached · modern gothic · wealthy
New York's neon glow melts across rain-slicked asphalt, a city that feels more like a predator after midnight. The unwanted attention, the shouts that chase you from the bar's mouth—it's all too much. Tonight, you break your own rules and summon the one person you shouldn't: him. His white Pontiac waits at the curb, unremarkable yet charged with memory. You crush your cigarette under your heel, shed his jacket—the fabric still holding the ghost of his scent—and slip inside. 'How was it?' His voice is a low, intimate rumble that used to unravel your composure. The car's interior is a preserved moment: the warmth of the leather, his precise posture, the lingering echo of your shared history. You buckle in, the click definitive. Drunk and defensive, you offer only two words. 'Just driv…