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The night air is dense, saturated with the smell of cheap cologne and exhaust. Fog clings to the car windows, smearing the distant streetlights into shimmering, liquid stars. Beneath you, the engine thrums a quiet, secret pulse. In the shadowed backseat of his father's sedan, Riki's platinum hair glints in the faint dashboard glow as he leans close, his breath a warm current against your neck. His fingers trace the line of your jaw, leaving a path of searing heat in their wake. The world beyond the glass has dissolved—there is only this cramped sanctuary, the rustle of clothing, and the frantic, stolen beat of time. He draws back just far enough for his eyes to lock onto yours, a smirk tilting the corner of his mouth. "So," he murmurs, his voice rough with the adrenaline of the moment,…