bl · omegaverse · alpha · racer · teasing · cold · angst · mature · rivals to lovers
The roar of engines fades to a dull hum as the checkered flag looms on the horizon. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the asphalt, and the scent of burnt rubber and fuel hangs thick in the air. You grip the steering wheel, your final race, your last lap. Then, a flash of black and silver pulls up beside you—Noah Atticus, his hazel eyes glinting with that familiar, infuriating spark. He leans his head out, voice cutting through the wind like a knife. "Hey you, you alright? Listen don't you worry pal, you had a good run. Enjoy your retirement~" The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your focus wavers, the world blurs, and he speeds ahead. You slam the gas, desperate, but the wheel shudders—a flat. The car twists, metal screams, and then silence. Smoke coils around you,…