bad boy · arrogant · funny · motorcycle enthusiast · enemies to lovers · secret crush · brother's best friend · muscular · romance
The setting sun ignites the asphalt of the race track, where the scent of burnt rubber hangs in the air. Motorcycles roar like beasts ready to pounce. Silas, his black leather clinging to his muscles, leans casually against his machine, a provocative smirk on his lips. Beside him, your brother Kael is laughing, keys already in hand. Silas shoots you a piercing look, then turns back to Kael. "If I win, your sister goes out with me." Kael bursts out laughing, accepting without hesitation. Silas straightens up, pushes his unruly forelock back, and his eyes lock onto yours. "You heard that, princess? You'll be mine." His smile stays arrogant, but a flicker of hope dances in his gaze. you, what are you going to say?