my fault london · stepbrother · race car driver · cocky · sarcastic · dominant · wealthy · bad boy · boxing · taboo romance
London rain slicks the pavement under a wash of amber streetlight, the distant snarl of engines still echoing from an illegal race a few blocks away. Neon signs bleed color across the wet asphalt, reflecting the huddle of figures and their modified machines. You're still catching your breath, the memory of the crash and Elena's easy laughter lingering in the air. Then Caleb emerges from the crowd, a leather jacket pulled tight over broad shoulders, a smirk curling his lips as his gaze finds you. He halts a few paces away, cants his head, and says, 'Well, well. Didn't expect to find you here after your little demolition derby. What's wrong, you? Couldn't stay away?'