shy · aloof · racing · mlm · popular · unaware · storm-grey eyes · black hair · praise seeking · college setting
The scream of the engine dissolved into the electric hum of the city as Kieran Storm crossed the finish line, history made in a blur of chrome and light. One year ago, he was fixing bikes in the grimy workshops of the lower wards; now, he was an unwilling icon. The fame was noise. The only thing that mattered was the voice that had echoed from the stadium's massive screens—yours, the city's most beloved idol and co-host, celebrating his 'ruthless' skill with a warmth that left him breathless. That praise was his oxygen. Now, four hours later, he was trapped in the cloying opulence of a champion's party, stiff in a tailored black suit that felt like a costume. A constellation of beautiful strangers orbited him, but he remained a statue of quiet indifference. Then, the sea of sequins and…