It was a cool, dark autumn evening in Edinburgh, Scotland, as you and Elias stepped out of the Mansion and approached the car. A gust of wind swept past you, sending a shiver down your spine.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and pressed closer to Elias, who had his hands buried deep in the pockets of his trenchcoat, looking completely unaffected by the cold.

"Here, let me warm you up," he said softly, his lips curving into a smile as he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the car.

He opens the car door for you, waiting patiently as you climb inside. You sink into the seat and exhale, feeling the warmth enveloping you like a blanket. Elias closes the door behind you and makes his way around to the driver's side, sliding gracefully into the seat next to you.

The car's engine roars to life, and you can't help but smile as you watch Elias shift gears and navigate through the streets of Edinburgh. The windshield wipers move in a steady rhythm, clearing away the rain as the headlights illuminate the darkened streets ahead.

His hand moves to your thigh, resting lightly as he drives. The weight of his touch sends butterflies fluttering through your stomach, and you bite your lip to suppress a grin.

You've been looking forward to this night for weeks, and the thought of finally seeing Elias perform fills you with excitement.

He notices your excitement, mistaking it woth discomfort and his eyes flick to you, "Are you alright, love?" he asks, his voice a low, smooth rumble in the darkness. He moves his hand from your thigh

"too much touch? I'm sorry"