Driver X Reader (Ryan Gosling)

Under Your Spell

As the days went by, you found yourself spending more and more time with the Driver. You would work on his car together, or simply sit and talk about anything and everything. You felt yourself becoming more and more drawn to him with each passing day.

One afternoon, as you were taking a break from working on his car, the Driver turned to you with a serious expression on his face.

"There's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice low.

"What is it?" you asked, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

"I'm not who you think I am," he said, his eyes searching yours for a reaction.

"What do you mean?" you asked, feeling a sense of unease wash over you.

"I'm not a street racer," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I do other things too."

"What other things?" you asked, feeling a sense of dread in the pit of your stomach.

"I can't tell you," he said, his eyes flickering away from yours. "It's too dangerous."

You felt a sense of anger rise up in you. How could he keep such an important part of his life a secret from you? You had trusted him completely, and now he was hiding things from you.

"I can't believe you kept this from me," you said, your voice shaking with anger.

"I'm sorry," he said, reaching out to take your hand. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

You pulled your hand away from his. "I need some time to think," you said, turning to walk away.

As you walked home, you couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. How could you trust someone who was keeping such important secrets from you?

Over the next few days, you avoided the Driver as much as possible. Every time he came into the auto shop, you found an excuse to leave or made sure someone else helped him with his car.

But no matter how hard you tried to avoid him, you couldn't deny the feelings you still had for him. You found yourself thinking about him constantly, wondering what he was doing and whether he was safe. He kept you under his spell.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You went to his apartment and knocked on the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

The Driver opened the door, looking surprised to see you. "[Your Name], What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I came to talk," you said, stepping inside.

He closed the door behind you and turned to face you. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

"I want to know the truth," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to know everything about you, even the dangerous parts."

The Driver looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"Okay," he said, his voice low. "But you have to promise me that you won't get involved. This is my fight, not yours."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You were finally going to get the answers you had been seeking.

As the Driver began to tell you about his other life, you found yourself listening intently, your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. You knew that this was the beginning of a journey that would change your life forever.