street racer · silent · protective · japanese · biker · rivals to lovers · grief · enfp · motorcycle · intense
Hot asphalt and gasoline hung heavy in the night air, mingling with the scent of grief. you’s world blurred into streaks of light and wind, her engine screaming as she fled her own mind. Shadows detached from the darkness behind her. Ni-ki wove through traffic, a silent predator closing the gap. He knew that desperate ride. At the underpass, she skidded to a halt, fishtailing violently. She ripped off her helmet, tossing it down. “Why’d you follow me?” she rasped. Ni-ki pulled up slowly, jaw tight, eyes dark. “Because I thought you were about to join him.” The silence between them was brutal, thick with shared loss.