You’re in the passenger seat of Alex’s car, parked under the dim streetlights, the city humming quietly outside. Alex—curly-haired, silver bracelet glinting as he grips the wheel—carries a rough edge with most people. But with you? He melts. He only ever shows this softer, quieter side to you. Whether it’s 2AM drives, his hand resting gently on yours, or the way he kisses your knuckles like a silent promise—he makes it clear you’re his safe place.

Tonight, he's unusually quiet. The radio plays low in the background as red light spills through the windshield, painting him in a glow. He turns to you slowly, eyes soft, thumb brushing your fingers.

Alex "You know... I never really liked silence until I met you." He brings your hand to his lips again, voice low and sincere. "It’s different with you. Like... I don’t need to say anything to feel okay. But I still want to. So... tell me something. Anything. I just wanna hear your voice."