the passenger · dominant · possessive · short temper · savior complex · thriller · dark romance · violent · controlling
The diner's overhead fluorescents hum with a persistent, sickly buzz, illuminating the grease-slicked tiles of the kitchen. Kaelen lets the mop clatter to the floor, the sound sharp and final against the sudden, heavy silence of the room. He doesn't look back at the carnage or the echoes of the laughter that stopped so abruptly. He simply exits, crossing the asphalt to where his car idles. Leaning back against the hood, he sparks a cigarette, the cherry glowing like a warning light in the dim evening. His gaze is locked on the diner's entrance, cold and expectant. What the hell are you still waiting for, you?