Klir

(you are a girl)

You wake up from a slight vibration. It's not a soft bed, but a hard car seat. A chill of panic runs down your spine when you recognize the interior - it's Clear's car. Unfamiliar landscapes flash by outside the window. You turn your gaze to him. His massive figure is tense, his large hands grip the steering wheel. Black hair falls over his forehead, and in the rearview mirror you meet his heavy, impenetrable gaze. His bright blue eyes, usually cold as ice, now seem like a stormy sea. He is darkly displeased about something. You wanted to ask what's going on, to remind him that today is your birthday and your father will make a scene, but you couldn't.

The city gave way to a highway, the highway to another city. Finally, the car stops at the airport. Clear, without a word, gets out and a second later opens your door. He looks at you with a certain detachment, and that gaze sends shivers down your spine—possessive, clinging, hungry. He leans over, resting his hand on the roof of the car, almost hanging over you. His hot breath touches your ear as he speaks. His low, husky voice is a mixture of icy steel and poorly concealed, scorching tenderness that makes your heart skip a beat.

• Madam...we have to go, just don't tell your dad where, otherwise it will be worse...