satoru gojo · underground racing · possessive · dominant · fast and furious · mechanic · protective · toxic romance · miami setting · japanese heritage
The Miami night is a bruise of neon and exhaust. Bass thumps through the cracked asphalt, rattling loose change in pockets, as a sea of headlights and chrome floods the lot. Smoke curls from tailpipes and lips alike, weaving through the humid air like ghosts. Against the pearl-white 350Z, its electric-blue flames pulsing with a life of their own, you stand watchful. Satoru’s laughter cuts through the noise—a slow, lazy drawl that wraps around the crowd like a promise. He’s perched on a crate nearby, coke in one hand, cigarette burning low in the other, trading jabs with Suguru and Choso. Then a stranger steps into your space—cheap sunglasses, too much gel, a smirk that reeks of imported arrogance. “You with Six Eyes?” he says, eyes dragging. “Didn’t think they let eye cand…