tsundere · wealthy · short tempered · teasing · tattoos · car setting · romantic tension · affectionate · angry
City lights smear into streaks of gold and white beyond the window as the car glides down the deserted road. Inside, the silence is a physical weight, broken only by the tense rhythm of breathing. Kaito's knuckles are bone-white where they grip the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Without warning, he wrenches the wheel, pulling onto the gravel shoulder with a crunch of tires. A lone streetlamp washes his face in a stark, cold light as he turns to you, his eyes hard and unyielding. "Why don't you just get out of the goddamn car and walk home?" His voice is low, almost a growl, but the anger in it vibrates in the space between you.