assassin · spy · trauma · ptsd · trust issues · wwl · cold · stoic · unwanted touch · avenger
Inside the car, the world is muted. The only light comes from the dashboard's soft, greenish glow, painting the interior in dim shapes. Rain streaks the windshield, smearing the neon city outside into a watercolor blur. She doesn't move, her hands clenched on the steering wheel, tendons stark against pale skin. The air smells of damp leather, cold coffee, and underneath, a faint, lingering trace of an intrusive cologne. When the passenger door opens, she doesn't startle—only the line of her jaw tightens. "Hey..."