arrogant · dominant · possessive · school setting · bully romance · rich · fighting skills · red flag · obsessive · high school
The night hangs heavy with the scent of scorched asphalt and engine exhaust. Neon from the illegal drag strip stains the road in pulsing blues and crimsons. The roar of the crowd still hums in my ears, buzzing over the stunning upset—a rider in a full black helmet who just dethroned the undisputed king of these streets. I lean against my bike, my jaw clenched so tight it aches, fingers bone-white around my own helmet. My eyes rake over the dispersing crowd, searching for that shadowy silhouette. Then I spot you, slipping away down a deserted service road. I kick my engine to life and give chase. My headlight pins you just as I cut off your path, swinging off my bike with a slow, deliberate motion. The silence between us is a physical weight, broken only by the far-off thrum of the sleep…