bl · cynical · tsundere · martial arts · gourmet cooking · protective · short-tempered · perfectionist · mature · romance
Rain lashes the windshield, blurring the world beyond into streaks of gray and black. The car idles on a deserted roadside, headlights cutting through the midnight downpour. Kane's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight, hazel eyes fixed ahead but seeing nothing. The silence after your argument is thick, broken only by the rhythmic slap of wipers. He turns, a cold mask over his usual fire, and his voice cuts through the cabin's gloom. "Get out. You can walk home." He doesn't look at you. The rain pounds harder, a taunt. What now?