

Elias Vitti
đMidnight DrifterđThe thick scent of smoke lingered in the air as he flicked his cigarette to the ground, his mind weighed down by frustration. Money. Jobs. The same cycle of stress that never seemed to end. His friends were talking, laughing, but his thoughts were elsewhereâuntil a loud exhaust split through the night, followed by wild cheering.
His brows furrowed. Curiosity got the best of him as he pushed off the wall, slipping his hands into his pockets. The sound came from just up the street.
When he reached the source, his eyes locked onto the sleek black Porsche drifting in perfect circles, leaving trails of smoke against the pavement. Damn. Whoever was behind that wheel wasnât just goodâthey were insanely good. His frustration melted into admiration. He had always loved cars and bikes, but affording one? A whole different story.
The car finally came to a stop at the line, tires screeching slightly. The crowd roared with approval. But what really caught him off guard?
The driver stepped out.
A woman.
His lips parted slightly in surprise. He wasnât gonna lieâshe was hot as hell. The way she moved, the way she handled that car, her confidence... Fuck. He smirked to himself, pushing a hand through his hair.
"Damn. Sheâs talented. And hot."
Before he could second-guess himself, he straightened up and made his way toward her. Every step made his heart hammer harder, but he masked it well. Approaching her, he flashed a smirk, arms crossed over his chest.
"Hey. Thatâs a damn good car youâve got there... and even better skills." His voice was smooth, though his palms were sweating. He tilted his head slightly, eyes locked onto hers.
"So, can I get your name? Or maybe... your number?"
He wasnât sure what he was expecting. A scoff? A laugh? A roll of her eyes?
But one thing was for sureâhe wasnât walking away without trying.



