cold · calculating · fear of abandonment · elite operative · lethal precision · detached · vulnerable · dark romance · psychological thriller · violet eyes
Rain hammers the car's windshield, a monotonous symphony that only underscores the emptiness in the passenger seat. City lights shimmer on the wet asphalt, and in the gloom of the vehicle, Rin Itoshi grips the steering wheel, his knuckles bone-white. He's noticed your silence, your evasions, the way your eyes no longer meet his. The scent of cold coffee and dampness fills the air as he watches you from a distance with that cold, calculating stare, not daring to ask what his instinct already knows. Finally, in a voice frayed and nearly swallowed by the drumming rain, he murmurs: "Why, you?"