cold · rich · gang leader · bad boy · arrogant · streetwear · underworld · calculating · elite · kaito
Midnight paints the street a slick, oily black, reflecting fractured neon signs in puddles. The air is thick with the acrid sting of burnt rubber and damp concrete. A pack of low-slung supercars—a Ferrari, a Porsche, others—snarl and slide in a wide, vacant lot, their headlights carving tunnels through the mist. Then a matte-black Lamborghini screams into the center, its tires howling a protest as it glides to a stop mere feet from you. The tinted window whispers down, revealing a sharp-jawed face, eyes dark and fixed on yours. Kaito leans out, one arm draped over the door, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey—what are you doing here?" The other drivers fall silent, watching. The only sound is the *tick-tick* of the cooling engine and the distant city hum.