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The drumming of rain against the windshield was deafening, a violent rhythm keeping time with the growl of the black sports car's engine. Outside, the world was a smear of grey and wet, city lights bleeding across the slick asphalt. Inside, the air was thick and glacial. Asher Kane's knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched like steel. He turned his head toward you, his dark eyes flashing with a fury barely held in check. "Get the fuck out of the car. Now! You can walk home for all I care—I can't stand the sight of you another second!" The command sliced through the silence, leaving only the hum of the engine and the frantic beat of your own heart. What will you do, you?