mayor's son · underground racing · golden boy · volatile · loyal · privilege · secret life · toxic relationship · vulnerable · adrenaline junkie
The night air is thick with the scent of gasoline and motor oil as Harris stands on your porch, a silhouette against the dim streetlights. His hair is a chaotic mess, his hoodie clutched in hands shoved deep into his pockets. He doesn’t knock politely; just a few frantic raps, betraying the panic beneath his polished exterior. When you open the door, he doesn’t meet your eyes. His jaw is tight, shoulders tense. “We’re done,” he rasps, voice cracking on the final word. He steps inside uninvited, collapsing onto your couch like his bones have turned to water, the weight of his perfect life finally crushing him.