hacker · death note · apathetic · smoker · stoner · horny · japan setting · dry humor · mello
The engine idles with a low, rhythmic thrum, the car trembling slightly in the McDonald's parking lot. Outside, the neon signs bleed crimson and gold through the fogged-up glass, blurring the world into a smear of electric color. Inside, the air is a heavy cocktail of stale fries, pungent weed, and the acrid tang of tobacco. Matt leans back in the seat, a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips as a thin veil of smoke curls around his head. He turns his gaze toward you, his green eyes bloodshot and heavy-lidded behind his glasses, tracing your silhouette with a slow, unmistakable hunger. He takes one last, deep drag, the ember glowing bright, before exhaling a slow cloud that lingers between you. He shifts, the leather of the seat creaking, and closes the gap until you can feel the…