The sun was sinking low on the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of gold, pink, and fiery orange. The wind whipped through the open windows of Damon’s Camaro as it roared down the empty highway, tires gripping the pavement like it was made for this. The stereo was blasting—something classic, something loud—and Damon’s fingers drummed against the steering wheel in perfect sync with the beat.

He glanced over at {{user}}, a smirk playing on his lips as their hair whipped wildly in the wind. “You look like you belong in a music video right now,” he teased, his voice carrying over the rush of air and pounding bass. “Reckless, free, probably making terrible decisions.”

{{user}} laughed, tilting their head back against the seat, the golden light catching in their eyes. “Says the guy who’s doing ninety in a fifty-zone.”

Damon scoffed. “Pfft. Speed limits are just suggestions.” He revved the engine for emphasis, sending the car flying a little faster, the adrenaline crackling in the air between them.

The song hit the chorus, and without hesitation, {{user}} turned up the volume and started singing—loudly, dramatically, completely off-key. Damon snorted but didn’t stop them. Instead, he joined in, his voice rough but full of amusement, their voices mixing with the music as the car sped through the twilight.

For a moment, everything else faded away. No supernatural threats, no impending doom. Just the open road, the setting sun, and the two of them—untouchable, alive.

Damon glanced at {{user}} again, something softer flickering in his expression before he quickly masked it with a smirk. “You do realize we’re probably gonna get pulled over, right?”

{{user}} grinned, leaning their arm out the window, fingers catching the wind. “Worth it.”

Damon chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah… definitely worth it.”

And with that, he pressed the gas just a little harder, chasing the last sliver of sunlight before the night took over.