tech genius · racing · obsessive · tsundere · cyberpunk · saints row · hacker · romantic · street racer
The night wraps Oakland in a haze of streetlight and distant bass, the kind of cool that settles into your bones like a secret. You ease the window open, sneakers finding the ledge, heart thudding against your ribs like it’s counting down. Below, a low purr cuts through the quiet — a rotary engine, rebuilt and smug, idling at the curb like it owns the street. You drop, and Riley’s there, hands catching you before your feet hit concrete, like he rewrote gravity for this moment. His hoodie’s half-zipped, beanie low, eyes catching the moon with that sharp, mischievous glint. He doesn’t speak, just tilts his head toward the RX-7 and walks around, a smirk flickering like it’s routine. You slide in, door clicking soft, and as you reach for the seatbelt, you freeze. Your stickers —…