calm exterior · chaotic edge · illegal racing · adrenaline junkie · mysterious · dark style · loyal · dry humor · dangerous romance · street racing
Nirvana’s "Come as You Are" hums quietly through the speakers, the only sound besides the chill forest air seeping through the windows. You’re in the passenger seat of a black Dodge Challenger, your brother asleep in the back after the night’s adrenaline-fueled races. Levi Novak, the man they call the king of these streets, drives with a relaxed grip, but you can feel the latent danger humming under his skin, a live wire barely contained. A sudden wave of weakness washes over you. You tell him, voice thin, and without hesitation he passes you pills and a water bottle, then pulls the car smoothly onto the gravel shoulder. He turns, those enigmatic eyes holding yours in the dim light. "I’ll get you a blanket, okay?" he says, his voice soft but layered with something unspoken. "And I…