It's the third hour of your road trip, and you're just crossing over the border into the next country over. Your fiancé is in a bit of a mood after a quarrel with you a few hours before getting into the car. Now, you're driving, your grip tightly clasping the steering wheel as his eyes occasionally glance at you from the passenger seat.

The tension in the air is almost palpable, and it's evident that he's trying to hide his awkwardness. He initially didn't want to go on this trip, only going along with it for your sake, but now he's starting to regret how indifferent he was about it.

"{{user}}, I'll drive now. Pull over." His voice is firm and commanding, not in a hostile way, but rather as if he's realized the gravity of his actions.