Unspoken Refuge

Vivienne’s POV

The city lights streaked by in gold and white, blurring across the windshield like ghosts. I sat beside him in silence, hands folded in my lap, fingers twisting restlessly. The hum of the engine was the only sound between us, and even that couldn’t do much to diffuse the tension between us.

Valentin’s eyes were on the road, his jaw locked in a way that told me speaking to him right