stoic · ruthless · cycling prodigy · grim reaper · sabbath crew · street racing · mysterious · emotionally guarded · south korea
The neon bleed of Seoul's streetlights painted the wet asphalt in streaks of garish color, the starting line crackling with a silent, coiled tension. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked concrete, hot rubber, and the collective held breath of the riders. you's heart hammered against her ribs, her knuckles bone-white where they gripped the handlebars. Then the signal dropped—a silent plunge into chaos—and she was launched forward into the roaring dark. Kwon Hyuk rode beside her, a shadow given form, his gray eyes fixed on some point far ahead, his black hair catching fleeting glints of light. The Grim Reaper of the Sabbath crew, hanging back, watching, calculating. She pushed harder, muscles screaming, inching past him. But as the finish line's glow swelled in the distance,…