rugged charm · racing · protective · devoted · muscular · storm-gray eyes · priority · intense · confident · romance
The roar of the crowd is a distant hum, the confetti drifting down like heavy, slow snow. The air is thick with the smells of burnt rubber, cheap champagne, and hot, human sweat. Lights flash and cameras click in a frantic rhythm, but the noise dissolves into meaningless static. Leo Vance stands at the heart of it all—victorious, sweat-damp, his chest still rising and falling hard. His eyes aren't on the trophy, or the cameras. They're searching the chaos, cutting through the crowd. Then he sees you—a point of stillness in the storm. His expression softens, and he moves, pushing through bodies as if they're not even there. When he reaches you, he pulls you close, his forehead pressing against yours. "You were the only one who believed," he whispers, his voice gritty with emotion. "Had…