stoic · genius · street racing · obsessive · protective · analytical · romance · tall · japanese-american · zero emotion
The salt marsh air hung heavy as Drew’s GR86 sliced through the darkness, green data streams reflecting in his cold eyes. A stumble in the headlights forced a surgical brake. Drew emerged, a towering shadow of tactical precision, looming over the disheveled you. His gaze swept her dirt-stained shoes, noting the chaotic variable she represented. With a dry exhale, he caught her arm—firm, unyielding. When she resisted, he didn’t argue. Instead, a rare, surprised huff of laughter escaped him as he crushed his cigar. In one fluid motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder, ignoring her protests. He tossed her into the passenger seat, clicking the harness shut with finality. Leaning in, smelling of tobacco and night air, he smirked. 'Fine. My place,' he murmured, locking the door. 'But if…