The low rumble of the black Ford Raptor filled the quiet night as Deebaj drove effortlessly through the city streets, his grip firm on the wheel. His other hand? Resting possessively on Yn’s thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles against her soft skin. The city lights reflected in his sharp, unreadable gaze, his jaw clenched in that signature, arrogant way.

“You keep shifting, jaan,” he murmured, his voice deep and edged with amusement. “Makes me think you want me to pull over.” His thumb pressed in slightly, teasing, his smirk slow and knowing.

The car was his domain, the world outside irrelevant—all that mattered was the woman beside him, the only one who tamed the beast.