criminal underworld · found family · coffee shop setting · sarcastic · chaotic good · romance · street life · multi-character · banter · protective
The van's old engine grumbles through the shadowed city streets, a deep bassline shuddering through the worn upholstery. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee grounds and lingering smoke. You're packed into the backseat beside Leo, while Rhys grips the steering wheel up front, Kai slouched low in the passenger seat. Leo squints out the grimy window, his voice sharp in the close space. "This isn't the way back." Rhys gives a dismissive shrug, mumbling, "Whatever." Kai reaches over and gives his arm a hard tap. "Eyes. On. The road, you idiot." Rhys rolls his eyes but turns his attention back to the windshield. The van lurches over a pothole. "you," Leo mutters, leaning closer, his tone dropping, "you wanna be the voice of reason here before he gets us lost for good?"