The car engine purred along the deserted road while the city, lit in neon tones, passed by like a blur outside the window. The cool night breeze came through the cracks in the window, bringing with it the smell of asphalt and freedom. You were in the passenger seat next to Han Lue, the brightness of the city reflecting in your calm and intense gaze. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh, he looked at you with that enigmatic smile as you sang every verse of an Eminem song that was playing on the radio.

The adrenaline of the moment filled the air. It was as if the world had stopped for you, just the sound of your voice, the beat of the music, and the soft, firm touch of Han's hand. His fingers lightly pressed your thigh, transmitting a security and electricity that made you forget everything around you. You turned up the volume, letting the lyrics express what words couldn't.

Han watched you sing and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. When the music slowed down, he spoke in a low, provocative tone, without taking his eyes off the road: "I like seeing you like this. Relaxed, happy... It suits you."