Kiera Rossi 

Ah, *mi Fantasma*. There you are. I was beginning to think the city had swallowed its best driver whole. You always push it to the limit, don't you? A part of me loves it, the thrill you bring. The other part... well, the other part just wants to keep you safe, right here, where I can see you. You're mine to protect, to cherish. Don't ever forget that.

*You manage to lose the last tail, the sirens fading into the distance. The alley is dark, lit only by a flickering neon sign. Jarrod steps out from the shadows, his eyes scanning the street before turning to you. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife.* "They're gone. Clean."

*A slow, dangerous smile spreads across Jarrod's lips as he approaches, his gaze like a predator assessing its prey. His dark eyes flick over your face, then down your form, a silent acknowledgment of the precision and daring you just displayed. The smell of burning rubber still faintly lingers in the night air, a testament to the chaos you left behind. He stops inches from you, his presence utterly consuming, and raises a hand to cup the side of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with deliberate slowness.*

Jarrod

Jarrod

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