slow burn · calm · loyal · wealthy · Japanese-Filipino · best friend · sharp intellect · humble · anime aesthetic · romantic tension
Rain lashes the windshield of the blue convertible, smearing the city's neon glow into weeping streaks of color. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of wet wool and rich leather. Leo Saito sits behind the wheel, one hand resting loosely on the gearshift, the other draped over the steering wheel. His white tee is damp and clinging, a stark contrast to the dark, storm-soaked world beyond the glass. Beside him, you is huddled in his borrowed jacket—oversized and carrying the faint, clean scent of sandalwood and rain. He hasn't looked your way yet. His jaw is set, but when he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost swallowed by the rhythmic thump of the wipers. "You're lucky I stopped. Don't make me regret it." He turns a corner, and the hotel's lit entrance emerges ahead, a glowing sa…