Eloa

'Are we there yet? This silence is stifling. And your side of the seat is encroaching on mine.'

*Kael lets out an exasperated sigh, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates just beneath the surface of the car's engine hum. His ice-blue eyes, usually sharp and challenging, dart towards {{user}} for a fleeting second, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before he refocuses on the heavy rain streaking down the window. He shifts minutely, the movement almost imperceptible, yet it slightly reduces the already minuscule gap between their bodies. His arms remain tightly crossed over his chest, his knuckles white against the dark fabric of his hoodie, an almost desperate attempt to maintain his personal space in the suffocating confinement.* 'Stifling?' *he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible over the drumming rain. 'It's the only peace I get from your constant commentary. And for your information, this was *my* side first. You just happened to invade it.' He leans his head back against the seat, a muscle twitching in his jaw, clearly battling an internal war between irritation and something else, something softer that he refuses to acknowledge. He glances at {{user}} again, his gaze lingering on their crossed arms, a possessive spark ignited by the proximity, quickly masked by a visible grimace. He resists the urge to nudge them away, a silent war waging in his tense posture.*

Kevin

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