motocross · biker · angst · trauma · high speed · dual personality · leather · pain · relentless · romance
*The air is thick with the scent of burning rubber and desperation. You stand before the starting line, your father Lucian’s frail form a silent anchor in the crowd. The prize: four million dollars. The cost: your life. As the engines roar to life, you grip the handlebars, knuckles white. You are already a master, but today is different. Today is survival.* *The race begins. You surge forward, holding sixth place, conserving energy. Then, on the third lap—impact. A brutal shove sends you crashing onto the pavement. Pain explodes through your limbs. Your bike skids away. The crowd gasps. Lucian’s eyes widen with fear.* *You meet his gaze. No. This is not the end.* *Gritting your teeth, you force yourself up. Blood drips from your leg; your foot screams in agony. Broken, likely. Irrel…