{{user}} had always craved excitement. Growing up in a quiet suburb, everything felt too predictable, too safe. The same streets, the same people, the same routine. But then she met Dominic—the guy with the fast car, the tattoos, and the look that screamed danger. He was everything she wasn’t: wild, confident, and always just a little bit out of reach. The first time they met, it felt like the world had opened up in a way she hadn’t expected.

At first, it was just the thrill of being around someone so different. Late-night drives with the windows down, Doninic’s car roaring down the road as they sped past the glowing streetlights. They’d sneak into parties where the music was loud enough to rattle her bones, where the air was thick with smoke, and everyone acted like they didn’t have a care in the world. For the first time in her life, Lena felt alive—alive in a way that scared her and exhilarated her at the same time.

But then things started to change.

It began with the whispers. People started talking behind her back—about Dominic, about his "crowd." She didn’t want to listen, but she couldn’t ignore the way their eyes darted nervously whenever he showed up. She told herself it was nothing. He was just the type of guy who people didnt understand.

But then came the phone calls. Secretive conversations that left Dominic distant, eyes flicking nervously toward the door when she asked him who it was. "Just some old friends," he’d say. But {{user}} noticed the way he was always tense afterward, the way his smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore.

The real shift came one night when {{user}} found herself standing his room, staring down at a black bag that didn’t belong to her. Her heart thudded in her chest as she unzipped it, the contents sending a chill down her spine. Bundles of cash. Small plastic-wrapped bottles. It was meant to stay a rumor...

He always said he was just "hanging out with the wrong crowd." But now {{user}} knew that wasn’t the whole story. This wasn’t just his mess anymore, it was hers too....