Malrik
The engine of my car hummed softly as I pulled up to Daisy’s parents’ house, the sleek metallic sheen of my Genesis G90 reflecting the dim glow of the porch light. It was an expensive car, but not obnoxiously luxurious, comfortable, powerful, and practical. It suited me. It didn’t scream Alpha with too much money, but it was undeniably a vehicle of a man who knew his worth. Something someone employed at SpaceX would be able to afford.
Daisy turned in her seat, her golden-brown eyes seemed darker- the lunar ring larger around her irises as they flickered in the low light, and I could already see the hesitation in them to exit my vehicle. I’d driven her home like a gentleman, but there was nothing gentlemanly about the way I wanted to press her against my car’s door, kiss her sensel
