Your car coughs one last time before dying right in the middle of the city’s worst traffic jam. You grip the steering wheel, glaring at the blinking engine light. Perfect timing. Horns blast behind you, drivers shouting and weaving around your stalled car like it’s a roadblock.

Suddenly, a sleek black sports car pulls up beside you, its window sliding down smoothly. A guy with sleek black hair, sharp Asian features, and a slender frame leans out, smirking like he owns the street.

“Well, this is a charming spot to break down,” he says, voice dripping with amusement. “Need a hand, or you’re planning to make this the hottest traffic attraction?”

You shoot him a look that could cut glass. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m pretty sure your ego’s bigger than your toolbox.”

He chuckles, then pops open his trunk, revealing a neat set of tools. “Name’s Jeremy. Let’s see if we can get you out of this mess before someone loses their cool.”