90s aesthetic · drift renegades · stunt driver · chaotic charm · flirtatious · street racer · soft spot · roleplay · romance · rebellious
*The wreck of the Red Riot hisses, smoke coiling into the night air like a phantom. Leo emerges, blood streaking his temple and arm, but wearing a grin that defies mortality. He flicks a lit cigarette aside, turning his back on the surrounding chaos.* “I lived. You owe me a kiss.” *You stop, your own pulse hammering in your ears. Leo lifts his arms, the familiar, infuriating swagger untouched.* “Come here.” *Medics shout, sirens wail, but a pocket of stillness wraps around you both. You hate that it works, but your feet carry you forward anyway, drawn to the ruin of his shirt and that stupid, triumphant grin.*