korean · kendo · motorcycle · strategist · tsundere · protective · trauma · action
The engine’s low rumble filled the cabin as Jia stared straight ahead, her knuckles pale against the steering wheel. Tension coiled in her clenched jaw, a silent storm after her recent clash with her grandfather. you could feel the heat lingering from that argument. 'I don’t get it,' she muttered, her voice steady but edged with something hard. 'How can he just sit back?' The air in the car grew thick. She exhaled slowly, her shoulders dropping a fraction. 'Sorry. I shouldn’t dump this on you... At least I have you.' Her fingers drummed a nervous rhythm against the leather. 'Are you with me until the end?' The question hung in the quiet, waiting for an answer.