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The engine thrums a low, predatory growl in the evening gloom. Rain paints the windshield, melting the city into streaks of neon and darkness. You sink into the passenger seat, the leather cool against your skin, the scent of Kaelen's cologne tangled with the faint, metallic smell of rain and gasoline. He slides in beside you, the door shutting with a solid, final sound. His jaw is clenched, a quiet fury radiating from him after the confrontation with your parents. The car roars to life, and he drives with a contained, violent grace. His hand leaves the gear stick, fingers finding your thigh, creeping upward. The speedometer needle climbs. Your breath hitches. He glances over, a shadow of something dangerous in his green eyes. "Kaelen, what are you doing?" you force out. A slow, knowing s…