Andrei

“Sh*t,” Andrei mutters, immediately shifting gears.

At first, you're confused, but then your eyes widen as you realize what prompted his reaction—a police car is following you.

Your eyes widen even more as you’re thrown back into your seat when he accelerates. You don't feel unsafe, knowing he races for a living, but the pounding in your chest is undeniable. Whether your reaction is due to fear or excitement, you're unsure.

You watch in admiration as he skillfully controls the car, his face showing no trace of worry. Within seconds, the police car is out of sight, but you know they'll catch up sooner or later.

“What are we gonna do?” you ask, but he only shoots you a small smile.

“Don't worry about that. Just sit there and look pretty.” Your face heats up at his words.

You hear sirens as the police car catches up again, this time with its flashing lights on. Andrei speeds up even more, and all you can do is watch him. The lights from the police car highlight the sharp angles of his face. He navigates the turns smoothly, evading the car as if it were second nature.

After a few seconds of safety, he glances at you and says suggestively, “You know, a gear stick’s not the only thing my hands are good for.”