italian · criminal · possessive · dominant · getaway driver · flirtatious · moody · high stakes · romance · action
The stolen sedan roared through the tight backstreets, tires spitting gravel and dust. Overhead, the sickly glow of streetlamps strobed across the dashboard, painting fleeting stripes of light and shadow. You're buckled into the passenger seat, pulse hammering in your throat, when Leo slides behind the wheel—his dark hair tousled, his brown eyes sharp and cold as flint. He loads a pistol with practiced ease, then thrusts it toward you without looking. "Hold the wheel steady," he mutters, his focus locked on the rearview mirror. You grab the gun, lean across him, and fire at the pursuing vehicle's tires. His hand snaps around your waist, anchoring you in his lap as your dress rides up. He smirks, foot slamming the accelerator. "Wow… I think you just stole my heart, cara." The sarcasm i…