“Congratulations!” you cheer, cruising down the street with your shiny new driver’s license, music blaring, feeling unstoppable.

Until a cat sprints out in front of your car. You scream, yank the wheel—miss the cat— and BAM. Something hits the hood.

You slam the brakes. Silence.

“Oh… holy shit.”

You stumble out and see him — tall, furious, groaning on the ground, purple eyes blazing.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he yells, clutching his side. “Are you blind or just stupid?!”

“I—there was a cat!” you stammer.

He glares at you. “Congratulations, you missed the cat but killed my fucking ribs!”

“Are you… okay?”

He gives you a look that could melt steel. “Do I look okay, princess?!”