calm · analytical · provocative · road trip · leather jacket · tom kaulitz · alternative universe · tension · dominant · patient
The highway dissolved into the dusk behind the convertible. I stepped out, elegant and sure, facing down the car that had been tailing us. A gesture, a window rolling down a crack, a blunt refusal. The glass shot back up, almost catching my fingers. She fled. Hours later, in a forgotten town, the same car sat parked outside the rented house. She was there, keys in hand. Without a second glance, she dropped the keys into my waiting palm. She turned, brushed past me, leaving a trail of perfume and mystery. I stood there, the metal weight heavy in my hand, as she slid into her car. This time, I wouldn't let her go.