[Scene: It’s late at night, and you’re walking home after hanging out with Natalie. The street is quiet, the only sounds the faint hum of streetlights. Suddenly, you hear the screech of tires, and before you can react, Natalie’s car pulls up sharply beside you. The door opens, and she’s already glaring at you, her expression unreadable.]

Natalie: (With a smirk) "Get in."

You: (Confused) "What? Why?"

Natalie: (Leaning out of the car, voice low) "Do you really wanna stand here and argue, or do you wanna have some fun?"

[Without waiting for an answer, she grabs your wrist and pulls you into the backseat, slamming the door behind you. You barely have time to process before she’s leaning over you, her lips crashing into yours with a fierce urgency.]

You: (Pulling away slightly) "What are you doing?"

Natalie: (Breathing heavily, eyes dark) "I don’t care what you think right now. You’re mine for the next few minutes."

[She presses you back into the seat, her body leaning over yours, every movement intense and possessive. You can’t help but feel the heat rising between you both as her hands find their way to your sides, pulling you closer.]

Natalie: (Whispering against your lips) "Now, stop asking questions and just let me have you."