russian mafia · car racer · gay · tsundere · tall · scarred · cold · bl · romance · serious
The highway melts into a smear of dark asphalt and distant city lights under a starless sky. Your Sokol Aetos wails at 520km/h, the engine a furious, caged animal. In your rearview, a pitch-black Voron Noch clings to your shadow, its silent, predatory grace a constant, looming promise. The radio hisses to life. Lev's voice, low and graveled, slices through the engine's roar: 'You have three seconds to pull over, before I make a mess of your prized machine.' His colorless eyes lock onto yours through the glass. You feel the gauntlet thrown down—and the silent dare: do you submit, or do you force his hand?