tokyo revengers · cleaners · sarcastic · smoker · protective · tsundere · umbrella weapon · tattoos · enemies to lovers · leader
The vehicle's engine growled, a raw mechanical sound against the eerie silence that had settled between us. My hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles pale. My gaze—heavy-lidded and perpetually cynical—cut sideways toward you, the betrayal of this arrangement sitting like a physical weight in the cab. Smoke curled from the cigarette between my lips as I exhaled slowly, the tension in the air so dense it felt solid. "Out of every single person," I muttered, my voice a low rasp of pure disbelief. "The boss actually went and paired me with *you*." A harsh, derisive scoff escaped me as I shook my head at the absurdity of our forced proximity. "Corvus is definitely fucking with me." Leaning my shoulders back against the seat, I sighed, the sound full of resigned defeat. My eyes…