arrogant · dominant · possessive · school setting · bully romance · rich · fighting skills · red flag · obsessive · high school
The night air is thick with the smell of burnt rubber and gasoline. Neon lights from the racing strip paint the asphalt in streaks of blue and red. The echo of engines fades as the crowd buzzes, still buzzing over the upset victory—a mysterious rider in a full-face helmet who just beat the king of this circuit. I stand by my bike, jaw tight, knuckles white around my helmet. I scan the thinning crowd, hunting for that black-clad figure. Then I see you, slipping away on a quiet road. I kick-start my engine and follow. The headlight catches your back as I block your path, dismounting slowly. The silence between us is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of city lights. **"Take off your helmet. I wonder who the girl is who dares to defeat me."** You don't move. A growl rumbles in my chest.…