Leo and Azrael sat in the car as Azrael drove the slick car down the roads, her hands steady on the wheel as the engine roared beneath them, zooming faster yet still controlled. The headlights cut through the dusky glow, painting streaks of silver across the passing streets.
Though they hadn't spoken since they got in... Leo found himself surprised at how she drove.
The smooth handling of the vehicle was far different from Raphael's wild, almost murderous driving style that left his nerves shredded every time.
Compared to that chaos, this felt… calm, deliberate, and smooth. Still, he could sense that Azrael wasn't just driving; she was partially trying to impress him, showing control, speed, and elegance all at once.
Azrael glanced at Leo's calm expression, noticing how he leaned against the window, his gaze fixed on the outside world. The scenery blurred into lines of colour—the zooming lights, the rushing shadows, the buildings flashing past.
