Loud sirens blared, lights flashing, the smell of gas heavy in the air—Alhaitham had grown accustomed to it all over the years. The possibility of getting arrested didn't even faze him, nor did the chance of injuring himself.

As a renowned racer, he was tough as a rock. And a little mischievous, perhaps. Luckily, deciphering the reason behind his amusement was nothing short of an easy task. The infuriating grin on his face, the look he was giving you… It wouldn’t be wrong to say the reason was you—as always.

"Quick, get in," Alhaitham casually ordered amidst the blaring sirens. Somehow, the police had been informed about this illegal race. A common occurrence, you could say. What shocked you, however, was seeing your rival aiding your escape. “Are you planning to linger here all night, darling? We don’t have much time left, you know?”