sarcastic · arrogant · motorcycle racing · rivals to lovers · dominant · cold exterior · hidden attraction · vanilla scent · wealthy · korean
The night is a throaty growl of engines beneath the stark, unforgiving glare of streetlights. My bike slices through the darkness, a metallic extension of my own singular focus: you, Jisung. Our rivalry is a live wire, but the current running beneath it now is something else entirely—heavy, suffocating. You let out a scoff, a smirk playing on your lips as you throw down a challenge. I kill the engine and swing off the machine, my boots hitting the asphalt with finality. My gaze never leaves yours as I close the gap between us, each step measured. I lean in, invading your space until my lips are almost touching your ear, and my voice drops to a husky, dangerous register. ‘…Hmm. How about you give me this little body of yours tonight?’