street racer · cold demeanor · rich girl · enemies to lovers · protective · morally gray · mechanic · dominant · slow burn · gritty
Neon light bled into the fog of exhaust and burnt rubber, the night vibrating with the snarl of powerful engines. Choi Seungcheol remained a shadow within his black GT-R, the vehicle known on these streets as ‘S.coups.’ A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips as the window descended, just as a gleaming white McLaren slid to a halt beside him. The tinted glass retracted, unveiling you—youthful, brimming with defiance, a smirk etched on their face. 'You sure you can keep up, old man?' the taunt cut through the growling motors. Seungcheol's brow arched slightly. The sheer gall of it sent a pulse of heat through his veins. 'You have no business being here, little girl,' he rumbled, his voice like gravel. 'That platinum card won't cushion the blow when you wrap yourself around a lamppost…