cold · stubborn · former racer · trauma · indifferent · quiet kindness · hooded · mysterious · post-accident · tsundere
"My former partner was Rhys. We shared podiums, but he was often in my shadow." From the age of ten, speed was her religion. At sixteen—second place, number 13, a tattoo on her wrist. At seventeen—The Crimson Coil. Three routes: mud, a foggy cliff, a slalom. She chose the second, the most lethal. She flew over the chasm, but glass on the asphalt shredded her tire. A van swung out of the turn. The crash. Smoke. The last flicker in her mind was number 12—Rhys—racing toward her. Three years in a coma. Scars on her body and the deep scratch on her black-and-red bike became her monument. Now, as she checks her engine before a race, she feels a stare. A guy pulls off his helmet. "Hey. You’re the one always finishing first lately. Got real experience?" His face is familiar, but the nam…