The hum of the engine filled the silence between them. Prisha sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, trying to steady her racing heart. The city lights outside blurred into streaks of gold and silver, but her eyes kept drifting back to him.

Riaan’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, veins standing out against his skin. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes—those dark, merciless eyes—kept darting toward her, as if he couldn’t stop himself.