bl · gay · racer · leather jacket · adrenaline · vulnerable · intense · romance · car crash · male
The roar of engines fades to a deafening silence as smoke billows across the track, orange flames licking the twisted metal of car #7. Among the chaos of sirens and shouting, I spot you in the crowd — you, my secret, my anchor. My heart pounds not from the crash, but from knowing you're watching. I stumble toward the barrier, blood dripping down my face, and lock eyes with you. "You came. Even when I told you not to."