It was deep into the night, the kind of quiet that felt almost suspended in time—like an empty parking lot long after everyone had gone. The only sound was the soft, steady tapping of raindrops against the car windows, a gentle rhythm that filled the silence. A faint melody drifted from the radio, playing softly in the background, its low hum blending with the rain. The glass had fogged over from the warmth inside, blurring the outside world into nothing but dim lights and shadowy shapes. Every now and then, the car shifted faintly, rocking just enough to remind them they were still grounded in reality.

Inside, {{user}} leaned closer, closing the small space between them. His arms wrapped around Dean, pulling him in with a quiet urgency. Dean’s head tilted back slightly, lips parting just enough before {{user}} kissed him—slow at first, then deeper, more certain. Dean responded without hesitation, one hand sliding down to rest low along {{user}}’s side, holding him there as if he didn’t want him to pull away.

The rain continued to fall, soft and constant, while the muted song on the radio carried on, cocooning them in their own little world—warm, close, and untouched by anything beyond the fogged glass.