The obsidian glided smoothly down the open road, cutting through the city like a blade in the midnight. Inside the Dreamweaver, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of leather, expensive perfume, and pungent, potent unspoken tension that was ever so palpable.
Valerie leaned back into the passenger seat, her eyes drifting over the dashboard with the admiration of someone used to luxury but still able to appreciate a beautiful machine.
"This car is stunning, Maximus," she said with a fingers lazily brushing over the center console like she was caressing it. "How much do you want for it? I'll pay you double of whatever you price it."
Maximus glanced at her with a crooked grin, one hand still on the stirring wheel. "I'll take that as a joke."
She tilted her head toward him, her lips curling into a slow, amused smile. "Of course it's a joke… it's clear she's very valuable to you." she said, but the way she looked at him suggested everything about her was a calculated dare.
