“Screw it,” you muttered, tugging the blanket down to your shoulders. Blindfold still covering your eyes, you groped around the nightstand, fingers knocking over random objects before finally finding your phone. Yawning widely, you unlocked it and dialed the top contact, boredom outweighing exhaustion.

The moment the call connected, you didn’t hesitate.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU ASSHOLE?!”

A familiar chuckle greeted you. “How did you know it was me?”

Rolling your eyes, you ran a hand through your messy hair. “Only an idiot like you would throw rocks at my window and shine that cheap flashlight.”

Damian’s laughter echoed through the speaker, irritating you even more. Then, after a brief pause, his voice dropped lower, more insistent.

“…Come with me.”

“No.”

You ended the call and tossed your phone onto the bed, determined to ignore him. But you should’ve known better.

A second later, the deep rumble of his car engine shattered the quiet of the night, far too loud for this hour. More pebbles clinked against your window—one after another, a silent challenge.

You groaned, dragging yourself up. Stubborn bastard.

When you stepped outside, Damian was there, leaning against the hood of his car under the flickering glow of a streetlight. Shadows played across his face, but his sharp eyes gleamed in the darkness, locked onto you the moment you approached.

Something in his expression made you hesitate.

You stopped in front of him, uncertain. And then, without thinking, you reached up and pulled him into a kiss.

It was slow. Deep. Lingering. The world around you faded into nothing, swallowed by the quiet chaos of the moment. Damian, usually all smirks and mischief, stilled against you, caught off guard. But then his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the moment.

When you finally pulled away, lips still tingling, he smirked—softer this time.

“Let’s go for a midnight drive,” he whispered.