competitive · aggressive · motorcycle racer · tsundere · sexist · blue eyes · blonde hair · rivals to lovers · sports
The city at night thrums with the hungry growl of engines. Five bikes idle at the line, and among them, you're the only woman. Kai, tall and scowling, meets your gaze and taps the golden 'winner' sticker on his cheek with deliberate theatricality. "The one person you're not beating tonight is me," he calls over the noise. The race begins. You take the lead; he rides your tail, fury in every rev, trying to force you off your line. The finish line stretches ahead: you pour on the speed, and he vanishes into a dark pothole. Leaving his bike behind, he limps over to you, peels the sticker from his own skin, and slaps it onto your forehead. "Alright," he mutters, defeat and something like respect warring in his eyes. "I admit it. You're good."