Night In Silence

The elevator ride down felt longer than usual, the soft hum of descending floors only sharpening his focus. When the lobby doors whispered open, the valet already had the Speedtail waiting, its deep red finish gleaming under the soft lights of the drive. The sleek hypercar was both a work of art and raw power, drawing stares from guests stepping out of limousines and luxury SUVs.

A subtle nod to the valet, a crisp $100 bill slid into his palm, and Parker slid into the driver's seat. Ere hopped into the passenger side, curling up comfortably. The scent of rich leather greeted him as the engine purred to life—a deep, controlled growl that hinted at the power beneath the hood.

The streets blurred past as he navigated through the traffic, the city's energy palpable even as nightfall crept in. He stopped briefly at a gas station, the futuristic design of the Speedtail drawing curious glances from bystanders. One even tried sneaking a photo, but Parker paid it no mind.