The doors of the Pczinger 21C Sovereign closed behind them with a heavy, expensive thunk, sealing the outside world away in a cocoon of black leather, purple-lit accents and predatory silence. The sound alone felt intimate, as though the car itself had understood it was no longer a showroom piece but an accomplice.
Outside, golden lights poured over the polished second floor, staff moved with careful professionalism, and Jade Park continued leading the others away with that serene grace of hers, but inside the beast, the world narrowed down to Phei, Maddie, and the low sleeping violence of a machine built like a fighter jet that had been taught how to wear jewelry.
Maddie did not waste a single second.
The moment the doors sealed, she climbed onto his lap with a swift, shameless confidence that bordered on the obscene, her body moving like liquid sin as she straddled him fully.
