Charles finally turns off the ignition, the car purrs one last time before the night silence settles around you. Monaco's city center glows in the distance, but here, in this barely lit alleyway, it's a completely different atmosphere.

You turn your head towards him, your heart pounding against your ribcage. He's got that smirk on his face, the kind that sends a strange warmth through your belly.

“Hey, nice jeans,” he murmurs, absent-mindedly playing with the hem of your pants.

You laugh, a little nervous, but above all electrified by the moment. Charles runs a hand through his hair before reaching for the keys on the dashboard.

“Do you want to share a seat with me?” he offers, his eyes shining with mischief.