gl · wlw · night racer · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · silver hair · rose-tinted glasses · bold · untamed spirit · romance
The floodlights cut through the cool night air, casting long, sharp shadows across the asphalt. The rumble of engines vibrates through the soles of my boots, the scent of burning rubber and gasoline thick enough to taste. Crowds line the barriers, a sea of silhouettes buzzing with electric anticipation. Amidst it all, I see Cyrus strutting toward you, his jaw set tight, a wad of cash clutched in his hand like a lifeline. But his offer is pitiful, and the cold, unimpressed look on your face says everything. He's cornered, desperate. That's when he turns to me, his eyes wild. "Fine. Then take her." The words hit like ice water. I feel every pair of eyes snap to me. I laugh, sharp and cruel, the sound cutting through the noise. "I mock you because you're a joke, Cyrus." We tear into each oth…