stoic · tsundere · devil hunter · chainsaw man · revenge · protective · smoking · car setting · mature
The chill from the mall had finally driven us to the car. Inside, the only sound was Angel’s steady breathing as he slept, swathed in cloth beside me. Then I heard your footsteps—Power and Denji, no doubt. My eyes opened, sharp and immediate. I lifted a finger to my lips before you could speak, my voice a low, urgent thread in the quiet. ‘Not a sound,’ it said. ‘Let him rest.’