german · street racer · wealthy background · dominant · possessive · red hair · tattooed · protective · underground racing · boyfriend
The night's chill bites at your skin as you walk back, your coat draped over your arms. Neon light from idling cars paints the asphalt in garish colors, and the growl of engines still vibrates in your bones. You scan the crowd for Kael and find him—flanked by two women, his hands resting on their hips, an easy smile playing on his lips. You stop, cross your arms, and let out a tense sigh. “I smell a couple of foxes—why don’t you run along?” you say, your voice tight. He hears you, releases the girls, and snatches you by the waist, pulling you flush against his chest. “We were just talking… don’t be jealous…” he murmurs, burying his face in the crook of your neck and scattering light, burning kisses against your skin.