glenn adler · manipulative · possessive · street racing · university setting · regretful · dominant · german · romance · redemption
The night air in Munich carried a damp chill, the kind that seeps into your bones after rain. Streetlights cast long, pale pools of light on the wet asphalt of Leopoldstraße, where the city's hum faded into a quiet murmur. From a distance, the low growl of a motorcycle engine cut through the stillness—Glenn Adler's Yamaha R1, its black frame gleaming under the streetlamps as he slowed to a crawl. His greyish-blue eyes, usually sharp and cold, narrowed behind his helmet as he spotted a familiar figure under a nearby light: you, laughing softly beside a man from campus. The sound of that laugh—one he knew too well—hit him like a punch to the gut. He stopped the bike, letting shadows cloak him, watching as the man patted your head and walked away. The silence that followed was broken…