Sliding into his Ferrari SP3 Daytona, Rex sank into the leather seat, fingers brushing the wheel like it was an old friend. The cabin smelled faintly of new leather mixed with that subtle metallic tang only high-performance machines carried. With a flick of his wrist, he pressed the ignition. The engine roared to life with a deep, resonant growl… an unmistakable reminder that he wasn't just driving a car, he was commanding a beast on wheels.
Of course, Heads turned instantly… couples waiting at the curb, a valet across the lot, even a pair of teenagers filming on their phones. Rex smirked faintly at their reactions, this is what these types of cars are made for. The roar, the envy, and the satisfaction, shifting into gear with a casualness that only made the moment more maddening for those watching.
