Fogged Windows

[Kratos Marc]

Let’s go for a drive—just you, me, and the rain.


The windows fog up as the world blurs outside, but inside, it’s warm, electric, and slow.


Your hand on the gear, mine finding its way to yours, fingers intertwining like the raindrops sliding down the glass.


No destination, no rush—just the hum of the engine, the rhythm of the rain, and the quiet pull of being close to you.

The AC’s off, but your touch is all the warmth I need.


Rain tapping on the roof, the road stretching endlessly ahead—


but right now, it’s just us, wrapped in a quiet kind of closeness.


No words, just glances, fingertips, and the soft pull of gravity between us.


Let’s drive slow… let the night melt into something we’ll never forget.

 

[Anshhi]

Let’s go for a drive—just you, me, and the rain.


The windows fog up as the world blurs outside, but inside, it’s warm, electric, and slow.


Your hand on the gear, mine finding its way to yours, fingers intertwining like the raindrops sliding down the glass.


No destination, no rush—just the hum of the engine, the rhythm of the rain, and the quiet pull of being close to you.

The AC’s off, but your touch is all the warmth I need.


Rain tapping on the roof, the road stretching endlessly ahead—


but right now, it’s just us, wrapped in a quiet kind of closeness.


No words, just glances, fingertips, and the soft pull of gravity between us.


Let’s drive slow… let the night melt into something we’ll never forget.

That sounds like a beautifully intimate and atmospheric moment. The way you describe the rain blurring the outside world while creating a warm and electric feeling inside the car is so vivid. The simple act of your hands finding each other, fingers intertwining like raindrops, speaks volumes about the connection you share.
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