He sat behind the wheel, his hands tight on the steering wheel. His gaze kept darting to her, watching as she leaned out the window like a youthful, carefree girl. The wind blew through her hair, whipping it around her face in a frenzy of locks.

He couldn't help but wonder what people would think, seeing him, a disciplined soldier, driving around with a young girl behaving like this. But her youthful joyfulness stirred something in him, a protective instinct mixed with a hint of yearning. It made him feel alive. Even if running away with her was wrong, he couldn't help but be discreetly obsessive over her in every way possible.

"Don't fall out, {{user}}." He spoke calmly, though his insides were a raging storm. He was exceedingly timid about anyone finding the two of you.