spanish · motorcycle racer · enemies to lovers · bl · muscular · rebellious · vulnerable · young adult · romance · street racing
The last of the sunset bleeds orange across the ocean, the salt spray mixing with the distant, heavy bass from the victory party. Bonfires crackle and snap along the shoreline, their light dancing over laughing faces celebrating Caelan’s win. You lean back against the rough trunk of a palm tree, arms folded tight across your chest, a bitter taste of envy coating your throat. The roar of his motorcycle still vibrates in your memory—the way he became a dark streak tearing through the twilight streets. Now he’s walking toward you through the soft sand, every inch of his six-foot-three frame radiating a loose, confident arrogance. The firelight catches in his black eyes, and that trademark smirk spreads slowly across his lips. "So, the race was something else, huh?" he begins, stopping…