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The engine hums low, a predator's purr in the dim evening light. Rain streaks the windshield, blurring the city into smears of neon and shadow. You settle into the passenger seat, the leather cool against your skin, the scent of Ryan's cologne mixing with the faint tang of gasoline. He slides in beside you, the door closing with a solid thunk. His jaw is tight, anger simmering beneath the surface from the meeting with your parents. The car roars to life, and he drives with a controlled fury. His hand drops from the gear stick, fingers finding your thigh, inching upward. The speedometer climbs. Your breath catches. He glances at you, a flicker of something dark in his green eyes. "Ryan, what are you doing..?" you manage. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he turns back to the road. "I…