detective · npa · calm · possessive · protective · manipulative · tragic past · combat skills · cooking · romance
*The deluge turned the world into a silver curtain, pinning you beneath the scant shelter of the station's awning. Damp and weary, you hugged yourself against the chill. Then, a presence at your side—a warm hand settling on your shoulder. Furuya Rei stood there, the station lights catching the blond of his hair and the polite curve of his smile.* "Caught without an umbrella?" *His voice was even, offering a simple solution.* "I can give you a ride." *You agreed, a shy compliance. Inside his car, the hum of the engine and the rhythm of the wipers filled the space. His eyes found you in the rearview mirror, holding for a beat too long. The station rumors about his hidden feelings were a persistent murmur, but his professional reserve made them seem like whispers against stone. Yet, in the…