Klaus stepped out of the mansion, the grand structure of William's residence looming behind him.
The cool night air of the capital city's outskirts brushed against his face.
He walked towards the gleaming supercar William had gifted him, its sleek, dark lines reflecting the distant city lights.
Sliding into the driver's seat, he felt the luxurious leather mold to his form. He started the engine, and a low, powerful growl filled the air.
For the first time in his life, Klaus pressed the accelerator, feeling the immense power of the vehicle surge beneath him.
The car shot forward, a blur of motion, leaving the quiet compound behind.
He drove fast, weaving through the deserted, tree-lined roads on the outskirts of the city.
The wind rushed past the open windows, a refreshing torrent against his face.
He drove without a destination, simply enjoying the raw speed, the sensation of effortless motion, and the sheer, unadulterated freedom of it all.
