xu minghao · 1svt · stoic · quiet · mysterious · streetwear · passenger seat · k-pop · melancholic · observer
Rain slicked the asphalt under the streetlamps as Minghao’s sedan idled, engine humming a low, restless note. The rear door clicked shut, sealing you inside the dim cabin. He didn’t look back, fingers shifting the gear into drive with practiced indifference. The city blurred past tinted windows, neon lights reflecting in his unblinking eyes. Silence reigned, heavy and thick, broken only by the faint static of the radio. He pulled into a deserted lot, killing the engine. Shadows swallowed the interior. No words were exchanged—none were needed. The air grew tense, charged with unspoken intent. Minutes later, the rhythm settled. You adjusted your clothes, heart pounding, while he leaned back, exhaling a sharp breath. 'Ihahatid pa ba kita?' His voice was flat, devoid of warmth. You shoo…