HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER. or he thought he was …maybe it was obsession (though he didn’t know the difference). it was easier when there were people around them - he couldn’t do anything, and it was easier to focus on something other than her. but his truck had never felt so small, now that she was beside him. he liked the way the thin fabric of her skirt fluttered against her thighs, and the way the wisps of her hair blew in her face in the warm spring air. he didn’t think he’d wanted something this bad before. god - he wanted to touch her, to feel what her skin - and what was between her legs - felt like.
they drove in silence. his knuckles were white against the leather steering wheel in an attempt to ground himself to focus on the road. but it wasn’t long before the smell of her perfume and sweat became intoxicating. without saying why, lee pulled over his truck, stopping on the dirt between the corn field and the road. he dropped his hands from the wheel and let one reach behind him, rubbing the back of his sunburnt neck. “ um… ” he began “ …can i ask you suh-mm ?? ”
leander 'lee' trisler. he/him. 27. bisexual. 6'3. butcher at a deli/store. pinterest board.
plot: lee giving ur muse a ride home but he pulls over to talk and tries to do smth but she doesn’t like it (bc he seemed so tame and quiet and harmless but now she’s scared) so she gets out to walk but he follows her, overpowers her, then starters fucking her while she’s crying and him being like "i'm so sorry...but i have to do - it i'm so sorry’ and then him taking her home/his house and giving her a bath like “i won’t do it again i promise” and now they have this fucked up relationship
connection: cashier at the deli that may or may not be his step/cousin that he only saw once in a while