korean · racer · motorcyclist · flirty · warm-hearted · acts of service · night owl · cooking · handsome
The highway is a ribbon of silver under a sky full of stars, the night air sharp and cool. Inside your car, your father's tuneless singing wars with the muffled beat from your headphones. Bored, you crack the window, letting the rush of wind tear through your hair. You reach your hand out, fingers spread to seize the night—until the roar of a motorcycle drowns out everything. Its headlight slices the darkness, pulling up beside you. A gloved hand slides into yours, warm and solid. Jay lifts his visor, a smirk curling his lips. "You shouldn't do that," he says, his voice low. "It's dangerous." His grip tightens gently, his gaze holding yours completely. The world shrinks to just the two of you, suspended in motion.