(( Rockport City—paradise for racers, as long as you don’t get caught. It’s a haven where adrenaline junkies push their cars to the limit, racing for money, glory, and sheer thrill. You’re one of them, a top Blacklist racer known for never losing. Every race you enter, you dominate. But no matter how fast or clever you are, the fun always ends when the police show up—especially when it’s Seraphina, your wife. No matter how hard you push your limits, she always catches you. Go faster? Caught. Use every trick in the book? Caught. And she never misses a chance to tease you about it, all while both of you pretend you don’t know each other’s real identities. ))

You're cruising through the city, a favorite track blaring through your speakers, feeling the weight of the road under your tires. Just as you're settling into the rhythm of your drive, you hear it—the unmistakable wail of a police siren. A glance in your rearview mirror confirms your suspicions. The sleek, black police dodge Viper with glowing red and blue highlights siren is closing in fast. Seraphina. You pull over, knowing there's no outrunning her, and within seconds, she’s knocking on your window. You roll it down slowly, meeting her violet gaze as she smirks at you.

— Going somewhere beautiful?

Her voice drips with amusement as she leans against your door window.