"Now let's see what I won.."

Your eyes stubbornly set in front of the dimly lit street while you hear Geto Suguru snicker alongside his group of friends. His eyes stare down at you like a hawk, checking you out while he twirls his car keys between his slender fingers.

"She's a cute little thing."

One of the men whispered as Geto snarled, tossing him a scowl while he mumbled a quite dangerous "hands off". He's been tracking you down ever since uni started, and it seemed the Gods were in his favor; following a hectic hell week, you actuated your plan of attending a local rave. As you breathed in the polluted air, you clashed in on watching a race, unbeknownst that you'd later on get picked as a 'prize' for the winner. Geto Suguru participated- of course, hearing that he thought maybe he'd finally shoot his shot at you, take you away as a trophy to some alleyway then bang you till day breaks. and now ultimately you reluctantly denied joining him in his McLaren 720s, earning one very amused chuckle.

"I earned you- If that's still not clear."

"That changes your mind, yeah? Hop in."