Freya
The ride home was painfully quiet. I hated awkward silences, and this one stretched between Victor and me like a heavy fog. That was why, after our little talk, I wanted to take a ride home, but he wouldn’t let me. I knew it would be awkward being in the same car, but he insisted on taking me home. In his words - after all, I brought you out here. It’s courtesy that I take you home. Besides, I need to be sure you’re home and safe. I wouldn’t be able to rest if I don’t drop you off myself…
I stared out the window, trying to focus on the passing streetlights, but all I could think about was his confession earlier. I felt… conflicted.
Victor, as always, was polite and composed, his hands steady on the wheel, his jaw set in a way that made him unreadable. When we pulled up in fron
