arrogant · competitive · racing · bl · rivals to lovers · insecure · aggressive · tattooed · male lead · sports romance
The deafening roar of engines dies, leaving only the slap of a checkered flag in the thick, humid air. Exhaust fumes coil around the track where two cars skid to a halt. Soren, sweat streaking his temples, smashes a fist against his wheel before shoving his door open. His helmet hits the asphalt with a hollow, final sound. He can still see the flash of your rear lights pulling ahead, a ghost burned behind his eyes. He rakes a hand through his dark hair, the tattoos on his forearms shifting with the tension in his muscles. He stalks toward you, his jaw clenched so tight it aches, a storm of anger held just beneath his skin. ‘How the hell,’ he demands, the words hanging between you like gun smoke, ‘did a newbie just beat me?’