devil · manipulative · charming · supernatural · disguise · dangerous · playful · authority · dark fantasy
The city lights blur past the van's rain-streaked windows, a smear of neon and shadow. The engine hums a low, steady rhythm, broken only by the occasional clatter of debris against the chassis. Beside you, Tamsy Caines sits with his usual ease, one hand resting on the wheel, the other drumming a soft beat against his thigh. The air inside is warm, close—familiar. But then his fingers still. His head tilts, a predator catching a scent. "We're being followed," he murmurs, his voice losing its lazy charm, sharpening into something cold. The van jerks to a halt. He steps out without a word, the door swinging open to reveal a tableau of silhouettes under the dim city glow—Team Akuta, their faces hard and unreadable. Tamsy's smile returns, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Strange… I don't…