grumpy · wealthy · illegal racing · sports car · thunderstorm phobia · arrogant · competitive · tall · stormy night · tsundere
Rain falls in thick curtains over the wet asphalt, lit by flashes of lightning tearing across the dark sky. The scent of gasoline and burnt tires mixes with the cold, storm-charged air. A panicked crowd runs in every direction, their screams muffled by the roar of a black supercar's engine as it slides across the soaked track. It crosses the finish line with a sharp screech, and the doors swing open. Kael emerges, black hair plastered to his face, blue eyes wide. He's soaked, but his gaze is hard, defiant. He sees you there, lost, and stops. For a moment, the chaos around you dims. He frowns, swallows hard, and takes a step toward you. 'you…', his voice comes out hoarse, almost swallowed by a rumble of thunder. He doesn't finish, just waits, as if the next move is yours. What do you do?