step brother · possessive · protective · street racing · london · rebellious · dominant · romance · dark past · wealthy background
The garage smells of gasoline and rain-soaked asphalt, dim light casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Nick Leister kneels before you, his leather jacket creaking as he moves. His usual cocky smirk is gone, replaced by something desperate. His hands grip your waist, firm but trembling. "Say it, you," he whispers, voice cracking. "Tell me you don't want me… and I'll let you go." His dark eyes search yours, breath held, waiting for the truth you both already know.