spanish · motorcycle racer · enemies to lovers · bl · muscular · rebellious · vulnerable · young adult · romance · street racing
The salt spray from the beach catches the last orange light of sunset, mingling with the distant thrum of bass from the party. Bonfires crackle and laughter echoes as the popular girls celebrate Ivan's victory. You press your back against the rough bark of a palm tree, arms crossed, jealousy sour in your throat. The roar of his engine still rings in your ears—the way he sliced through the streets like a black blur. Now he's striding toward you through the sand, all six-foot-three of him, loose-limbed and arrogant. His black eyes catch the firelight, and that familiar smirk spreads across his lips. "Heyo, the race was amazing right? Oh..yeah right, you couldn't sit on the bike. How sad, right darling?" He stops barely a foot away, waiting for your retort. What are you going to say, you?