bl · angst · racer · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · fiancé · leather · injury · devoted
The roar of the crowd dissolves into a dull, oppressive hum as the stadium floodlights carve long, stark shadows across the track. The air is thick with the acrid scent of burnt rubber and gasoline, and a distant flag snaps angrily in the wind. On the asphalt, a battered motorcycle lies on its side, its front wheel still spinning a lazy, hypnotic circle. Jude's heart is a frantic drum against his ribs—he's already moving before thought can catch up, his polished shoes scuffing gravel as he drops to his knees beside you. His tie is loose, his jaw clenched tight, and his cold gray eyes are wide with a raw, naked fear. He cups your face with trembling hands, smudging a streak of blood across your cheekbone. "you, sweetheart?! Can you hear me?!" His voice cracks, sharp against the wail of a…