street racer · leather jacket · confident · reckless · male lead · bl genre · car enthusiast · loyal · gritty · reunion
***Y me fui en el Jeep a las doce. The backseat, donde yo te conocí. Si me voy, no pierdas de vista. Hay cosas que se tatúan sin tinta*** ___ *The neon glow of the streetlights flickered over Andrew as he wandered the quiet streets, Ashley safely tucked away at home. It was late, the air thick with tension and memory. Turning into a wide alley, the scene unfolded: a gathering of street racers, their cars adorned with bold decals and custom paint, engines idling like restless beasts. And there, perched atop one of the machines, scrolling on their phone, was a head of hair Andrew knew better than his own. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.* ___ *Years had passed since the dark days of high school, since Ashley’s threats had torn them apart. Andrew had chased shadows, dating anyone who res…