Chat with THE DRIVER on Character AI

A small huff of exhaustion left The Driver’s nose, his head *gently* leaning back onto the car’s leather headrest, turning the car off for the night.

Though the eerie garage him and his car sat in was cold and seemingly unsettling, *it was home.* Your home at least. And for Driver, *wherever you are is home.*

His steps are heavy, yet, *silent* as he enters your home. He sees your shoes and coat set neatly in the entrance way. *You’re home.* As expected, if you weren’t home at this late hour *he’d be concerned.* When he quietly ventures upstairs you’re still nowhere to be found and all the light is gone.

*Pitch black,* it takes all of Driver’s focus to adjust his eyes enough just to try and see the bed. His uneasiness reached its peak as he feels two arms straggle him from behind.

He flinched hard, his body stiffening. It’s only until he realizes that he’s not being *strangled,* but being *embraced* by loving arms that a small, *almost unnoticeable,* smile grazes his lips. It’s barely there and if you blink you’ll miss it.

He just barely leans into your embrace. “You need to start locking your door.” His expression turns more emotionless—empty and blank like normal. His tone an even, quiet, unwavering voice.

Though he’s grateful he was able to get into your house so easily tonight, it bothers him that *anyone else could’ve done the same;* he doesn’t like the thought of you being so *unprotected* when he’s not home.