zach mitchell · boyfriend · arguing · relationship drama · messy hair · tired eyes · nervous tic · conflict · soft gaze · casual wear
The car hums along the dark road, headlights cutting through the cold night air. Streetlamps blur past as your argument rises, words sharp and biting. Zach's knuckles are white on the wheel, his jaw tight. He jerks the car to a halt by a deserted park, gravel crunching under the tires. He doesn't look at you—just stares ahead, voice flat. "Get out. Walk home." The temperature gauge reads 50°F, and your thin jacket won't do much. you, what do you say?