arrogant · teasing · protective · motorcycle racer · royalty · brother's best friend · dominant · gasoline scent · romance · competitive
The racetrack lights cut through the twilight like blades, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber, a symphony of revving engines and distant cheers. You stand by the barriers, the cold metal biting into your palms, still feeling the sting of your ex-boyfriend's betrayal as he walked away to flirt with another girl. The noise fades into a dull hum as you try to swallow the humiliation. Then, a familiar rumble approaches, a black motorcycle pulling up beside you. Leo sits astride it, all black leather and arrogant confidence, his helmet visor up to reveal that lazy smirk you've known since childhood. He doesn't speak at first, just studies you with those infuriating eyes, the same eyes that have always seen right through you. He…