Russ - Ride Slow ⟶

The desert air outside Las Vegas was a thick, stagnant heat, even at midnight. Russ sat in the driver’s seat of a vintage black Cadillac, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic growl that felt like a heartbeat. He wasn’t in a rush. He hadn't been in a rush for a long time.

Maya was staring at the shimmering neon glow of the Strip in the distance. She looked like she was caught between two worlds—the chaos they were leaving behind and the silence of the Mojave ahead of them. She didn't say anything, just rested her head against the leather and closed her eyes as the lyrics began to snake through the car. “I’m just tryna ride slow... why you in a rush?” Russ - Ride Slow

"Let them run," Russ said, a small smirk playing on his lips. "We’re already where we need to be." The desert air outside Las Vegas was a