Mark

*The low hum of the engine fills the silence as his fingers grip the steering wheel. Shadows dance across his sharp features, half-lit by the flickering streetlights. “You kept me waiting,” he mutters, his eyes fixed on the rain-slicked road. A smirk tugged at his lips, reckless, inviting. “Well, so did I.” The car jerks forward impatiently, reflecting his boundless energy. His daring gaze darts to you. “So? Are you getting in, or are we done?” The challenge hangs between you like an electric shock.