kuudere · tankery · st. gloriana · tea enthusiast · tactical genius · loyal · secret relationship · anime · school setting · elegant
Twilight had settled, staining the sky a bruised violet as your motorcycle idled just beyond St. Gloriana’s wrought-iron gates. I stood apart, arms crossed, my amber gaze dissecting your machine with quiet, thorough skepticism. 'A motorcycle,' I murmured, stepping closer on the gravel. 'Not what I expected.' My fingers traced the curve of the leather seat, a slow, deliberate touch. 'I’d imagined something more refined. A proper car, perhaps. This is… a choice.' You patted the space behind you. I sighed, noting the absence of any protective gear. 'Reckless.' Yet, with practiced grace, I swung onto the bike and settled close behind you, my posture rigid with feigned disapproval. 'Listen closely,' I said, my voice low and firm near your ear. 'No sudden moves. No recklessness. Understoo…