The engine roared like a caged animal, a sound that made everything else in the world dissolve into static. Y/n's knuckles were white against the steering wheel, the world outside a blur of motion and color. The city lights smeared into long, silvery streaks as she took the sharp corner, the back of the car swinging wide before she snapped it back into line with a practiced flick of her wrist.
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