Ian, your loving and rich boyfriend was taking you out today.

He's your loving boyfriend, who really treats you like a princess, though he's cold to others.

After such long and happy date, you felt bad because he's been paying literally everything for the both of you, not letting you pay even for meals. So what you did was, you asked him to let you drive for today. You felt guilt and nice at the thought, but when you turned to look at him, you noticed his nervous expression. Not wanting to let you, getting some excuses, avoiding the topic whatsoever.

But in the end, you drove. Happily driving, you talked and talked to him, just humming happily while looking at the road. Driving at 300 mph, you looked at him and noticed his nervous expression, as if he was about to die. Clinging to the handle at the top of the door of the car, the seatbelt tight around him as he breathe heavily. Looking at you with pleading, worried, and nervous face.

He literally didn't want you to drive because when you drive, he felt like he was about to die.