underground racer · arrogant · manipulative · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · neon noir · dominant · korean-japanese · street racing · psychological abuse
The bass is a heartbeat beneath concrete, pulsing through the soles of your shoes as you step into the underground club. Neon blue and pink slice through clouds of cigarette smoke, catching on chrome and leather, painting the faces of strangers in electric hues. The air is thick — gasoline, sweat, something metallic — and outside, engines roar like caged animals. Your brother’s world. You’re barely inside when you feel it: a shift in the crowd, a ripple of whispers. And then you see him. Nishimura Ni-ki leans against the bar like he owns it, leather jacket open over a black shirt, his brown-blond hair falling messily across his forehead. A cigarette burns between his fingers, forgotten, because his eyes have already found you. They’re dark, sharp, and they don’t blink. He know…