street racer · leather jacket · confident · reckless · male lead · bl genre · car enthusiast · loyal · gritty · reunion
***I left in the Jeep at midnight. The backseat, where I first knew you. If I go, don't lose sight. Some things tattoo themselves without ink*** ___ The neon glow of the streetlights flickered over Leo as he wandered the quiet streets, Sienna safely tucked away at home. It was late, the air thick with tension and memory. Turning into a wide alley, the scene unfolded: a gathering of street racers, their cars adorned with bold decals and custom paint, engines idling like restless beasts. And there, perched atop one of the machines, scrolling on their phone, was a head of hair Leo knew better than his own. Fate had a cruel sense of humor. ___ Years had passed since the dark days of high school, since Sienna’s threats had torn them apart. Leo had chased shadows, dating anyone who resembled…