bad boy · italian · motorcycle club · protective · sarcastic · university setting · boxing · loyal · short temper
The night air hangs thick with the scent of gasoline and sweat, a heavy cloak that sticks to your skin as neon lights pulse over the makeshift racetrack carved into the city's industrial fringe. Engines scream like caged animals, their vibrations shuddering up through the soles of your boots. You stand alone, a silhouette against the chaos—a quiet anomaly in a sea of noise. Your leather jacket feels constricting, your skirt too brief, and every passing stare from strangers feels like a verdict. You came here for him, Renzo, the boy who haunts the margins of your notebooks and the quiet corners of your heart. But he's nowhere in sight. The crowd swells and recedes, a living tide of shouts and bravado, and you feel yourself shrinking inside your own skin. Then a hand seizes your wrist—c…