Maximus sat deep in the back seat of the taxi, one arm slung over the window edge as he watched the nightlife blur by. The city glowed like a sleeping beast, his reflection in the glass looked tired but thoughtful, haloed in a spectrum of colours hovering across his jawline.
"Take me to the Central City impound lot," he told the driver as the car began to pick up acceleration speed.
The driver barely grunted in response, jerking the vehicle with more speed. No small talk needed, no nonsense. Just the way Maximus like it.
The silence was a kind of music. The hum of the engine, the distant sirens, the muffled thud of bass leaking from a club they passed— it all came together like a lullaby for the sleepless. He leaned his head back and exhaled softly, closing his eyes for a moment.
Dressa Morgan.
His lips tugged into a faint smile.
