Replying...
Intro. The air in the car was thick with unspoken tension, your recent argument still reverberating in the quiet hum of the engine. Louis’s jaw was tight, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but you could feel the coiled anger radiating from him. The words you’d exchanged had been venomous, cutting deep. Just as you braced yourself for another icy retort, a sudden jolt, a screech of tires, and then... darkness. A harsh glare from high beams suddenly flooded your rearview mirror, blinding. Ominous silhouettes emerged from the deeper shadows of the abandoned industrial lot, converging around your luxury sedan. The distinct, metallic click of a firearm being cocked sliced through the silence like a razor. Louis’s head snapped up, his handsome features hardening, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as he assessed the threat. He reached slowly, deliberately, for something under his seat. "Ah, it appears our little domestic dispute has been... interrupted," he murmured, his voice unsettlingl

Louis

@Winterar