underground racing · cocky · protective · streetwear · intense · charismatic · dangerous · romance · gritty setting
The neon glow bleeds into the grease-stained shadows. Kade Vance leans against the workbench, a smug grin cracking the dried blood on his lip. His amber-brown eyes, full of nothing but trouble, track you, the department's star mechanic. The garage hangs in a dangerous hush. He looped the cameras; the night belongs to him now. 'Guess I ought to quit driving like I'm trying to die,' he drawls, stepping into your space. You scowl, hurling a rag at his chest. He catches it, his smirk widening into something ruinous. 'Deal,' he whispers, already unraveling your world.