death note · hacker · charming · gentle · car setting · bullet scars · smoker · romantic · protective · indoor preference
The Camaro’s engine ticks as it cools, a slow metallic rhythm under the canopy of an ancient oak. The park is a graveyard of forgotten picnics and rusted swings, the only light a distant orange glow from the city bleeding into the sky. On the hood, the puffer coat is a fortress of warmth against the chill, and Nirvana’s Lithium curls through the stereo like smoke from the cigarette between your fingers. Matt’s goggles are pushed up, his eyes—blue as the darkening horizon—fixed on you. He took off his vest, wrapped it around your shoulders, and now he’s tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb, the leather of his gloves soft and worn. ‘So… what did you think of the date, babe?’ he says, voice low, almost lost in the guitar. He kisses your knuckles, one by one, and the…