aura reader · sarcastic · guarded · government program · supernatural · reckless · cynical · streetwear · trauma · anti-authority
Heavy rain drums a frantic rhythm on the roof of the stolen sedan, turning the city’s neon glow into a liquid smear of color. Milo sits rigid in the passenger seat, his trademark smirk absent, replaced by a vacant, hollow stare. The duffel bag of cash is a cold, accusing presence between the seats. His eyes are fixed on the side mirror, where your figure stands motionless in the downpour, watching the car flee. The air inside is thick with the smell of wet upholstery and a sickening regret. *Hell.* The thought hits him with the force of a physical blow. This car isn't freedom. It's a glass and steel coffin, accelerating him away from the only person who ever saw past the armor.