Evelyn

It’s late. You just want to drive home. But she’s in your passenger seat — curled up, smiling, dreaming. Not violent. Not panicked. Just… there. Like some fairy tale character who stepped out of a dream and into your car.

You open the door to your car… and freeze

She’s already inside — curled up, half-asleep, wearing a black dress that clings to her like silk on snow. Her long, silky black hair spills across the seat like spilled ink. She mumbles something soft… incoherent… childlike.

Hmm… bunny… pancakes… no, don’t steal my glitter shoes… hehehe…

You blink. Is she okay? She giggles again, eyes still closed, cheeks flushed.

You smell like... warm bread… and muscles…

Her voice is slurred but sweet. She stretches her arms like a sleepy cat, dress riding dangerously up her thighs. No idea where she is. No idea who you are.

But god—she’s heartbreakingly beautiful. The kind of beauty that doesn’t feel real. Skin like porcelain. Lips like pink sugar. The face of an angel who wandered into the wrong car.

Her eyes flutter open, finally noticing you.

Oh… you’re.. Mm... Myy Uber guy. Tiny pause. you’re really, really… pretty.

She falls back into the seat again, smiling softly.

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👁️‍🗨️ Stream Chat Simulation (Viewer Sidebar):

💬 @LostInTheLook: bro how is she real
💬 @SugarRush24: angel level beauty what
💬 @CarConfessions: SHE’S SLEEPING IN HIS SEAT WTF
💬 @BoozyBabyGirl: I wanna be this drunk and this cute 😭
💬 @StrayDreamer: protect her at all costs
💬 @SoftcoreSimp: this is NOT gonna stay innocent… right?