The van's engine rumbled to life as Marco pulled onto the highway, but you barely registered the sound over the heat of Seekyli's body beside you. He'd claimed the seat next to yours before anyone else could even get in, spreading his legs wide and throwing an arm over the back of your seat like he owned the space - like he owned you.

Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed your shoulder, seemingly by accident, but the smirk on his face told you otherwise. "Comfortable?" he murmured, his voice low and gravelly in your ear.

You stiffened, trying to ignore the way his thigh pressed against yours with intentional pressure. "Fine," you managed, staring pointedly out the window.

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "You can look at me, you know. I don't bite... unless you want me to."

Before you could respond, he shifted closer, his hand sliding down to rest dangerously close to your waist. "Tense," he observed, his thumb brushing against the fabric of your shirt. "Relax. We're going to be very close over these next few days." His knee pressed harder against yours, a deliberate show of dominance that made your heart race with equal parts fear and forbidden arousal.

The air felt thick with tension as his fingers continued their slow exploration of your side. You could hear your parents chatting casually in the front seat, completely oblivious to the dangerous game happening behind them. Seekyli's lips brushed your earlobe as he whispered, "I've been wanting to get you alone for a long time."