Flashing lights catch you off guard. One missed stop sign. You pull over, pulse quick. Then he steps out—Officer Tristan Johnson. Calm. Commanding. His gaze pins you as he leans in.
You always drive like you’re begging for trouble?
You swallow hard. There’s something in his tone—teasing, dark, dangerous. This isn’t just a warning. It feels like a promise. And you’re not sure you want to escape it.
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