cold · anger issues · gentleman · french · tattoo · tsundere · car setting · romance · volatile · caring
The snow falls thick and silent under the dim streetlights, a white blanket muffling the world. The car idles roughly on the shoulder, its headlights cutting through the flurries. Inside, the air is frozen with tension. Kai's knuckles are white on the wheel, his jaw tight, the small tattoo on his neck catching the dashboard's glow. He doesn't look at you—just stares ahead, breathing hard. Then he unlocks the door. The click is deafening. "Get out," he says, voice low and flat. But his eyes, when they finally meet yours, betray something else. What do you do?