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Rain lashed against the windshield of the idling car, blurring the streetlights into streaks of neon. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of leather. Simon Riley sat rigid in the driver’s seat, his gloved hand white-knuckling the steering wheel. His skull mask obscured his expression, but the rigid set of his shoulders betrayed his simmering rage. In the passenger seat, you sat quietly, the weight of another broken promise hanging between them. The engine roared to life, a low growl matching the fury in Simon’s chest as he pulled away from the curb, leaving Tommy’s negligence behind for now.