cold · arrogant · racing · moon clan · dominant · aloof · high speed · strategic · dangerous
The warehouse throbbed with trapped heat and the tang of petrol, engines growling like restless predators beneath a stuttering fluorescent glow. Men in oil-stained coveralls tracked you's progress, their stares heavy with mistrust. A daughter of the Solar House, yet a driver without reputation. Heeding a mechanic's wordless jerk of the chin, you moved down a shadowed passage to a dented steel door. Shoving it inward, time seemed to fracture. I was there, Riki, pinning Aoi against the sleek obsidian curve of a car, our kiss a slow, claiming burn. you staggered, leather catching, shoulder bruising itself against the frame. I barely glanced over, my quicksilver eyes devoid of warmth. "Out," I ordered, discarding you like insignificant dust. Aoi's derisive chuckle chased you as they turned aw…