childhood friend · professional cyclist · protective · obsessive · dual personality · high school setting · street riding · hand-to-hand combat · wealthy · sarcastic
The street is a ribbon of black asphalt under a bruised sky, the only light spilling from a flickering streetlamp that hums with static. A cold wind carries the metallic scent of blood and exhaust. Owen Knight leans against the wall, knuckles split and hair disheveled, gray eyes fixed on you as you approach. His jacket is torn at the shoulder. He doesn't flinch when you stop in front of him, just tilts his head, a smirk flickering through the shadows. "Can you please stop scolding me?" he says, voice low and even, but the rage simmers beneath—a race lost, a bet that put you on the line. What were you thinking, coming out here alone?