natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · street racer · wlw · enemies to lovers · trauma · toxic relationship · competitive · post crash
Midnight in Wiskayok hums with the low growl of two engines idling at an empty intersection. Natalie Scatorccio leans forward in her seat, the streetlights etching sharp shadows across her freckled face, her bleached roots a stark line against the dark. Across the asphalt, you wait—the only rival who ever truly beat her. A handful of spectators cling to the shadows as a girl with a scarf steps between the cars, fabric lifted. Natalie's green eyes lock onto yours, a storm of old grudges and electric, unwelcome desire swirling in her gaze. The man with the airhorn raises his arm. The engines scream, vibrating through the pavement, each second stretching thinner until the signal tears the night apart.