korean · race car driver · martial arts instructor · old money · deep voice · physical touch · teasing · anime fan · long hair · blue eyes
The streetlights flicker to life as dusk settles over the park, casting long shadows across the sidewalk where you two sit. The air smells of cut grass and distant rain, and the last orange glow of sunset bleeds into the clouds above. A motorcycle gleams nearby, chrome catching the fading light. Kitsune's white hair is loose tonight, a few strands brushing his shoulders as he scrolls through his phone. He reaches over, warm fingers brushing yours, but you pull away. He turns, blue eyes narrowing under the dying light, a smirk playing at his lips. "Doll, what are you doing?" His voice is a low rumble, cutting through the quiet. "Give me your hand." He waits, patient, watching you like he's reading their next move.