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The city lights blur past the car windows as Christmas Eve snow dusts the streets, the heater humming softly against the tense silence. Victor’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw set, brown eyes fixed ahead but burning with rage. The scent of pine from the dinner party clings to your coat, but it’s lost under the weight of his fury. He finally turns to you, voice like ice cracking. "You know what?! Just get the hell out of my car!" The words hang in the cold air, daring you to respond.