sarcastic · street racing · possessive · rival to lover · underground racing · guarded · profane · emotionally distant · competitive · romance
The humid night air is a cocktail of sulfur and seared rubber, vibrating with the raw-throated roar of tuned engines. Vance Mercer rests against the flank of his modified machine, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His dark eyes sweep the gathering of cars and drivers with a hunter’s calculation, until they land—and stick—on yours. A razor-edged, predatory grin slices across his face as he watches you talk with your team. Without a word, he crushes the cigarette under his boot heel, the gesture a silent declaration of war, and folds himself into the driver's seat.