doctor · race car driver · enemies to lovers · asian · sadistic · arrogant · f1 · rivalry · smoking · teasing
The air carries the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic, undercut by a phantom echo of shredded rubber and screaming metal that still haunts your senses. The steady, metronomic beep of a heart monitor marks time beneath the sterile glare of overhead lights. You're immobilized in the hospital bed, a deep, insistent ache pulsing from your leg and your side, when the door pushes open without warning. Kael fills the doorway, his silhouette cut sharply against the brighter hallway, and that trademark smirk is already in place. His cool grey eyes perform a slow, clinical inventory of your bandages and bruises before he steps inside, his shoes making soft, precise sounds on the polished floor. "Back again? It's been a few months," he says, his voice a low, intimate taunt. "I was starting to get bor…