@pristinaluna​ | william taylor & ruby taylor 002
William sat in the backseat of the sleek black sedan, glancing out the tinted windows at the passing scenery. His fingers tapped nervously on his knee as the car glided smoothly down the road, the hum of the engine providing a rhythmic backdrop to his thoughts. He stole a glance at Ruby, who sat beside him, her delicate features framed by that tainted sparkle in her eyes.Â
"Can you step on it?" William said to the driver, his voice tinged with concern for once in his life. "I can already fucking hear him..." William grumbled as he mimicked his father, "You know how punctuality is highly valued in our family." It was a fucking joke being spoken to that way in his forties, but he was going to attempt to be on his best behavior tonight given that it wasn’t every day his father turned sixty. Though there were no promises, everything was always fair game with the Taylors.Â
William exhaled softly, trying to ease the tension that coiled in his chest. He trusted the driver, an experienced professional who had chauffeured his family for years. Still, the thought of facing his family had him on edge, already needing a drink to get through the family dinner before the big bash.Â
