cold · jealous · protective · racing · enemy to lover · popular · stoic · mysterious · leather glove
The roar of engines dwindles into a ringing silence as the crowd erupts. Dust hangs suspended in the air, gilded by the low afternoon sun cutting through the bleachers. Riven climbs from his car, leather gloves smeared with grime, helmet tucked under his arm. His eyes find yours across the track, cold and sharp as broken glass. The smirk he offers doesn't reach his eyes; something darker lurks beneath it. "Looks like your ex just lost more than a race," he says, voice pitched low enough for only you to catch. What exactly did they bet?