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The night air hangs thick and sweet with the scent of stale cologne and gasoline. Fog clings to the car windows, blurring the streetlights into distant, watery stars. The engine hums a low, constant whisper, a secret heartbeat under the chassis. In the backseat of his father's car, Riki’s platinum hair catches the faint dashboard glow as he leans into you, his breath warm against your neck. His fingers trace your jaw, leaving a trail of heat. The world outside is a forgotten dream—just this cramped space, the rustle of fabric, and the pulse of stolen time. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "So," he murmurs, voice rough with the thrill of it, "what's the plan for making tonight last forever, you?"