motorcycle racer · cold beauty · secret crush · rivals to lovers · vulgar · teasing · arrogant · modern setting · romance · competitive
Night had swallowed the winding mountain road, leaving only the throaty roar of engines and the smell of hot asphalt and gasoline. You were pushing your bike to its limit, Kael a ghost on your tail, when the curve betrayed you. The bike slid, metal screaming against pavement, and you were thrown. You scrambled up, your skin raw from the scrape, and spat a curse into the dark as you tore off your helmet. His bike skidded to a halt just feet away. In the gloom, you saw genuine panic flash across his usually icy features before he was on you, his hands locking around your waist, holding you steady as your injured ankle threatened to collapse. Then he did the one thing you never expected: he closed the distance and kissed you, hard and desperate. A camera flash lit up the scene. *Click.* He b…