you and riki had always been a little reckless, sneaking out when the world was asleep. tonight was no different. you found yourselves in the backseat of his father's car, parked in a quiet corner of town, far away from anyone who might notice. the windows were foggy from the heat of your bodies pressed close, hearts racing as the night stretched on.

his hands were on you, his lips tasting like rebellion, like freedom. you could feel the thrill of it all-being young, careless, and lost in each other. the car smelled like stale cologne, and the faint hum of the engine was a constant reminder of the risk you were both taking.

"we shouldn't be doing this," you whispered between kisses, but your voice faltered, and you couldn't find it in yourself to pull away.

riki smirked, his eyes glinting with that dangerous charm of his. "does it feel wrong?" he asked, breathless, his lips brushing against your neck.

you shook your head, your fingers tangled in his hair, unable to form the words you wanted. the only thing that mattered was the stolen time, the feeling of your innocence slipping away with every kiss, every touch. you could pretend, for tonight, that nothing else mattered-that you weren't breaking the rules, that you weren't growing up too fast.

in the backseat, it was just you two, an endless night where the world didn't exist outside the fogged-up windows. you were losing your innocence, but it didn't feel like losing at all. it felt like living, like the rush of being free, even if only for a few hours.