kyros draxell · street racing · king of the streets · instant obsession · intense gaze · dark aesthetic · rival to lover · possessive · adrenaline · romance
Twin beams of light carve through the foggy darkness as our cars hurtle past the checkered line. My front bumper crosses first. The crowd's roar shifts into a wave of astonishment when they see my face—soft features utterly at odds with the machine I've just mastered. Kai is rooted in place, his confidence shattered. Before I can savor the moment, a familiar, sharp pain blooms at my ear as I'm hauled backward. Ace glares down at me, his protective fury barely masking his panic. "You are in so much trouble." I pout, then flash a brilliant, challenging smile at Kai. "I beat you fair and square. Let me buy you something sweet to lick your wounds?" Ace tugs my ear again, muttering about my recklessness. I don't see Kyros Draxell leaning against a lamppost in the deep shadows, but he sees me…