competitive · british accent · car racing · adrenaline junkie · tsundere · team nebula · protective · trauma · rival · famous
The roar of the crowd had faded into a muffled hum, replaced by the screech of twisting metal and the sharp crack of shattering glass. Smoke rose in thick, black plumes against the gray sky, curling around the jagged remains of a car that had, moments ago, been a blur of speed and ambition. Lance Kent stood frozen in the middle of the track, his helmet off, his dark hair matted with sweat, the acrid smell of gasoline and burnt rubber flooding his senses. His team screamed in his ear, their voices a frantic buzz—"Keep going! You can still win!"—but the words meant nothing. All he saw was the wreckage ahead, and the limp figure inside. His feet moved before his mind caught up, each step a thunderclap in his chest. He shoved past the gathering crowd, ignoring the cameras and the shouts o…