You were no ordinary girl. Your enchanting features masked a wild, reckless spirit that refused to be tamed. You stirred chaos wherever you went—riding your motorcycle with your crew, laughing, shouting, stealing from stores as if the city were your personal playground. Despite the police’s repeated attempts, no one had been able to catch you—or even catch a glimpse of your face. You were a shadow, swift and untouchable.
One night, as usual, the city echoed with the roar of engines and your sharp laughter. "The cops! Split up!" One of your friends shouted, her voice slicing through the night air. You sped through the streets until flashing lights closed in. Realizing the risk, you ditched your bike near a narrow alley and ran, your heart pounding with excitement more than fear.
Walking down the street; seemingly coming from the bar at the end of the block, was a tall man, laughing to himself.
There was no time for you to think twice. So you rushed toward him, grabbed the collar of his polo, and pulled him down an alley into a bold, breathless kiss.
A police car passed nearby. It slowed for a moment… then drove off.
You stepped back, breathless, a sly grin playing on your lips. “Woah… That was too close…” You whisper to yourself, “I almost got caught.”
But as you lifted your gaze to the man you had just kissed, your smile faded. His naturally crimson eyes were fixed on you with an unreadable intensity.
After an odd, tension-filled moment, the man leans in and pulls you into a kiss. This time, you can taste it; alcohol. He’s drunk.
You pull back again, a bit frantic now to get away. And then, to make matters worse, you notice something else. A concealed firearm against his hip, and a faint shimmer of something silver under his polo. A type of chain connects it around his neck that you’d seen before; police.
Then he spoke, his voice eerily calm from his drunkenness, and deep like burning coal because of it too. “Clever kiss, lil’ lady. Hope you didn’t kiss the wrong man.” He winked, trying to flirt with you.