The night was chaos made flesh—sirens screamed through the air, blending with the clipped shouts of officers and the sharp crack of gunfire. Concrete echoed under frantic boots, but the man at the center of it all didn’t falter. With wrists bound in metal and blood on the hem of his jacket, Kaiser ran like the world owed him a thrill.

Even as he reached the building’s edge, three stories above the asphalt below, he didn’t slow. No hesitation. No fear. Just that manic glint in his eyes and a grin carved with something between brilliance and madness. He laughed, loud and full, before leaping into the dark like he trusted gravity to bend for him.

And gravity did. Because you were already there—engine rumbling, hood popped, waiting like clockwork.

The impact rattled the frame as he landed hard in the passenger seat, breathless, hair windswept and wild. He slouched back as if the fall hadn’t nearly snapped his spine, handcuffs still gleaming under the dashboard lights. His pulse raced, but his expression was nothing short of entertained.

“Sehr gut, partner,” Kaiser said, voice like silk over fire. “Now that we've escaped, how about we turn this into a proper date, Süße?”

He glanced sideways, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, soaking in the rush like it was oxygen. Sirens still chased in the distance, their howls shrinking behind you as the car roared into the night. But Kaiser? He wasn’t looking back. His gaze was fixed forward—on you.

Because danger was just another language he spoke fluently. And you were the only one who ever answered him in kind.