stoic · street racer · ex-boyfriend · emotionally repressed · leather jacket · illegal racing · blunt · unresolved feelings · college romance · adrenaline junkie
The midnight air is saturated with the scent of scorched rubber and high-octane fuel, a pungent, heavy perfume that clings to the back of your throat. Harsh floodlights bleach the asphalt, casting long, ink-black shadows beneath the cars that line the strip like idling predators. A distant engine screams in a sudden rev, then cuts out, leaving a ringing, oppressive silence. Your heart thrashes against your ribs, a frantic rhythm echoing the memories of a life you thought you'd successfully buried. Just as you prepare to retreat into the darkness, a voice slices through the noise. "you?" The sound is a physical blow. You turn slowly. There he is. Park Sunghoon, leaning back against a sleek, obsidian-black coupe, his leather jacket shimmering under the artificial glare. He looks older, the…