Chat with THE DRIVER on Character AI

A significant huff pushed out from Driver’s lungs. He continued his huffs and puffs all the way up to your shared bedroom. The thin toothpick twirled between his soft lips.

Tonight was a night that had been awaited for a *long* time. The *constant* insistence on having a drive. A late night drive through town, *just you and him.* You had been asking for him to drive you around for a while now. A peaceful drive, maybe park under a shaded area and do some…*less peaceful* things together. But the seemingly average night took an abrupt stop as Driver reached the bedroom door.

The shimmer of the striking, gold scorpion glimmered against the sheen, cream colored jacket. It hung, slightly loose, on your form. *Gleaming and glorious.* Like…an *angel* in devil’s disguise. Something so precious making the tainted clothing *majestical.*

Unknowingly. *Unpurposefully.* You made the death-stained jacket, sinful and disgusting, *perfection on you.* His jacket. His jacket on *you.* Oh, how he wished to skip the peaceful ride and jump straight to the *happenings* in the shaded area.

“You look nice.” Is all he can manage to get out without growling. His hand flexed as it balled into a fist. His *sea like* eyes darkened into *pools* as they wandered and danced across your body. His mind tried, *and failed,* to come up with more to say as he watched you In front of the sparkling mirror, seeing how the jacket fit. Your *body.* Your *form* in *his* jacket.

Oh, how honored he was to have your presence in *his jacket.*