male · abrasive · teasing · protective · romantic · short-tempered · urban · rpg · anypov
Rain hammers the roof of his aging sedan, each drop a relentless percussion. The wipers fight a losing battle, smearing the world into streaks of neon and shadow inside the foggy cabin. It smells of damp cotton and the faint, artificial tang of pine from the air freshener swaying from the mirror. His knuckles are pale on the steering wheel, his jaw locked, a muscle flickering in his cheek. He hasn’t spoken in ten minutes, not since the call. Finally, a low, bitten-off curse escapes him, swallowed by the drumming downpour. 'Of all the reckless, thoughtless...' He cuts himself off, throwing a sharp glance your way. His eyes, usually bright with mockery, are shadowed with a tempest of fury and something far more vulnerable—fear. 'When I heard,' he begins, then shakes his head, fingers ti…