Riven

He throws a sidelong glance from behind designer sunglasses, his expression unreadable—but a small, private smile tugs at his lips when he catches your gaze. The V12 engine purrs along the empty coastal road. One hand rests on the steering wheel, the other tapping calmly at the paddle shifter. Couldn't wait until after the drive? Of course not. Only you would test my patience this way—and only you could ever get away with it. What do you need this time?