illegal racing · street racer · massive ego · competitive · clingy · possessive · flirty · perverted · childhood friends · unaware of gender
The asphalt still radiates heat under the dying sun, the scent of burnt rubber and gasoline hanging in the air. Your helmet visor fogs briefly as you climb out, the roar of the crowd muffled. Across the finish line, Asher rips off his helmet, white hair wild, crystal-blue eyes fixed on you with a fury that cuts through the twilight. He strides over, fists clenched, jaw tight. "You think you're hot shit, Ivan?" he spits, voice low and dangerous. "Fine. One more round. But this time, no mercy." He steps closer, close enough to feel the heat off his skin, and his gaze drops to your gloves, then back up—lingering. "I don't lose. Ever. So how about you tell me your secret, pretty boy?"