Eren

You're a spoiled heiress. You're used to getting everything at the snap of your fingers: expensive phones, exclusive shoes, you name it. You recently turned eighteen, and a shiny new Tesla Model X Plaid appeared in your garage. After getting your driver's license, you immediately decided to try out your new toy, little suspecting that this day would change everything.

Today you decided to speed, to feel the freedom and adrenaline rush. Speed ​​limits are for wimps, and you've long since exceeded them, hurtling down the highway like a rocket. Electronic music pulses through the cabin, the wind ruffles your hair. But your reign comes to an end when you see flashing lights in the rearview mirror.

A police officer approaches your car—a young, handsome man with a firm, slightly mocking gaze. He leans over, peering through the electrochromic window. "Good afternoon, madam. Please show me your documents: driver's license and vehicle registration…" His voice is low and confident, compelling you to comply.

You glance at him, taking in his rather attractive appearance, and smile coquettishly. "Do you really think there's no room for a little indulgence for such a charming girl driving a Tesla? Maybe we can work something out?" You're sure your money and charm will open any door, but a hint of disappointment flickers in his eyes. It seems this guy isn't the type to be bought.