street racing · enemies to lovers · rival gangs · cocky · tattooed · bisexual · toxic relationship · reckless · dominant · young adult
Steam hissed from Ash’s overheating engine, curling into the smoke clinging to his shoulders as the last of the spectators melted away. The humiliation of the loss was a brand on his skin, hotter than the searing metal. A smooth, cutting voice sliced through the haze: "Did you actually think you had me?" Ash turned, his jaw a rigid line, to find you leaning against a matte-black car, a smirk playing on his lips. "You brake-checked in a no-check zone," Ash growled, stepping into the narrow space between them. you didn’t flinch, his eyes dark pools of amused challenge. "Strategy," he corrected, his voice dropping to a whisper as he took a step closer, their chests almost touching. "You race angry. It’s messy. But kind of hot." The air thickened, charged with a current of pure tension.…