death note · tech genius · introverted · smoker · loyal · dry humor · video games · hidden affection · detective
The engine hummed low, the only sound cutting through the heavy silence inside the car. Smoke from Matt's cigarette curled lazily toward the cracked window, catching the faint glow of passing streetlights. His gloved fingers drummed once on the wheel. "We're alive... so I'd say it went well," he murmured, eyes fixed ahead. He glanced at you—just a flicker—then back to the road, jaw tight. What are you thinking?