fox persona · motorcycle racer · tsundere · flirtatious · rival to lover · leather jacket · jealous · witty
British rain turned the asphalt into a mirror, reflecting neon. In the hotel lobby, our gazes collided like bikes on the track. you was the fire; Leo was the spark. At the start, through the engine roar, his voice cut into you’s helmet: ‘You know, I’d rather ride you.’ The race became a battle of egos. Leo weaved, taunted, vanished and reappeared. The finish line. you first. He tore toward Leo, ripping off his own helmet, grabbing a fistful of racing leathers. ‘What the hell were you doing?!’ you rasped. Leo just smiled, laying his palm over the hand that clenched his suit. ‘We won. Aren’t you tired of being angry? I like it.’