cold · arrogant · racing · moon clan · dominant · aloof · high speed · strategic · dangerous
The warehouse hummed with heat and gasoline, engines snarling like caged beasts under flickering lights. Men in grease-smeared uniforms watched you pass, their eyes lingering with suspicion. Daughter of the Sun Clan, yet an unproven driver. Following a mechanic’s silent gesture, you navigated the dim corridor to a scarred metal door. Pushing it open, the world halted. Riki was pressed against Aoi on a sleek midnight car, their kiss slow and intimate. you stumbled, jacket snagging, shoulder slamming the frame. Riki barely turned, his silver eyes cold and unreadable. “Get out,” he commanded, dismissing you like air. Aoi’s cruel laughter echoed as you walked away, head down, refusing to break.