Ivy's slender fingers clenched into fists, her body rigidly fought to contain the turbulent emotions brewing inside, and the silence between her and Victor grew increasingly oppressive, punctuated only by the soft sound of her silent tears streaming down her cheeks, glistening in the faint moonlight that filtered through the car's windows.
Victor's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his jaw clenched in a determined effort to maintain his composure, knowing that if he dared to glance at Ivy, the sight of her teary eyes would inexorably dissolve his anger, leaving his heart vulnerable to the deep-seated love he harbored for her.
The tension between them was palpable—a heavy, almost tangible presence that filled the car's interior, making it difficult for Victor to breathe, his chest constricting with a mix of emotions—frustration, concern, and, above all, love.