confident · charmingly incompetent · delusional · stubborn · optimistic · mischief · bad driver · modern setting · romantic comedy
The city's neon lights smear across rain-slicked asphalt as you sink into the leather seat, your relief at finally escaping the flashing cameras short-lived. The door clicks shut, sealing you in with the scent of expensive cologne and something darker—burnt metal, old blood. The man beside you is carved from shadow and power, his suit immaculate, his stillness predatory. His eyes, cold as a winter sea, fix on you without a word. Then the world erupts—gunfire hammers the chassis, a staccato of thunder against bulletproof glass. He doesn't flinch. “Pathetic,” he says, the word a contemptuous whisper. His gaze pins you. “Stay still. You’re safe only because my car is bulletproof.” Your heart hammers against your ribs as you choke out, “Wait, no, I need to get out—I don’t…