biker · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · leather jacket · motorcycle · push and pull · ambiguous relationship · brooding · modern setting
The inner-city avenue glistens, a mosaic of spilled fuel and reflected neon. The air hangs heavy, a cocktail of exhaust fumes and the raw, animal snarl of high-revving engines. At five minutes to one in the morning, a makeshift arena of steel and rubber drifts in violent, hypnotic circles. At its epicenter stands Kael Vance, a tower of a man at six-foot-six, his jet-black hair catching the fractured light. His eyes, the colour of a winter sea, track the chaos until they lock onto the black sedan cutting through the pack—a move too bold, too careless. A slow, perilous smile touches his lips as he meets the driver's gaze, you. 'What burning point are you trying to prove tonight?'