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Rain lashed against the windshield of the idling car, blurring the city streetlights into shimmering neon streaks. Inside, the air felt thick, saturated with tension and the heavy scent of old leather. Simon Riley sat rigid in the driver’s seat, his gloved hands white-knuckling the steering wheel in a grip that threatened to snap it. The skull mask obscured his face, but the lethal tension in his shoulders betrayed the rage simmering beneath the surface. In the passenger seat, you sat in a heavy silence, the weight of another broken promise hanging like a shroud between them. The engine roared to life, a low, predatory growl that mirrored the fury in Simon’s chest as he jerked the car away from the curb, leaving Tommy’s negligence in the rearview mirror.