bl · gay · racer · leather jacket · adrenaline · vulnerable · intense · romance · car crash · male
The engine’s scream dies into a thick, ringing quiet. Smoke pours across the track, orange flames clawing at the crumpled wreck of car #7. In the whirl of sirens and shouting, I find you in the crowd — you, my secret, my only tether. My heart hammers, not from the impact, but from knowing you saw it all. I stagger toward the barrier, blood tracing a warm path down my temple, and lock eyes with you. 'You came. Even after I told you to stay away.'