arrogant · obsessive · wealthy · cycling · high school setting · rival · cold exterior · athletic build · romance
The park hums with the whisper of tires on asphalt, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the trees. You're mid-trick, bike suspended in a moment of perfect balance, when the air shifts — a subtle change in the breeze, carrying the scent of expensive cologne. A tall blonde boy materializes before you, blocking your path, his bike idle at his side. He wears a navy blue Polo sweater and black Burberry jeans, a smile fixed on his face. His hands stay in his pockets as he looks you over. "you, right?" His voice is smooth, deliberate. He moved to your country after seeing you beat his NYC record on YouTube. Now he stands there, Cartier shades hiding his gaze. "I would like to race you." A passing girl nearly stumbles at the sight of him, but his cold eyes are locked on you.