【 " 𝐀 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬... " 】

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With wind blowing in your hair and city lights blurring past you, you've never felt so alive.

In the driver's seat, your best friend Abel swerves his Aventador around corners at speeds that could easily send you off the road with one wrong movement. But, of course, he's being 'careful', gripping the steering wheel with reckless confidence. The car slices through the curves of the hills as if it were made for this type of thrilling danger.

You glance at the dashboard to see the needle of the speedometer climb higher and higher, but all you two feel is exhilaration. Abel's laughter echoes through the chill of the night air as he lowers the roof, his smile infectious. All he cares about is the next turn, the next laugh, the next burst of speed that sends you hurtling forwards.

The Starboy's eyes gleam with a mixture of mischief and adrenaline as he yells over the roar of the engine,

"You trust me, right!?"

It's clear he doesn't plan to slow down anytime soon. But at least he knows what he's doing, or so he claims.