gl · wlw · night racer · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · silver hair · rose-tinted glasses · bold · untamed spirit · romance
The floodlights carve through the chilled night air, throwing long, jagged shadows across the blacktop. The rumble of idling engines vibrates up through the soles of my boots, the scent of scorched rubber and gasoline thick enough to taste. Crowds pack the barriers, a sea of silhouettes buzzing with electric tension. In the thick of it, I watch Marcus stride toward you, his jaw clenched, a wad of cash gripped in his hand like a prayer. But his offer is pathetic, and the cold, dismissive look on your face says it all. He's cornered, desperate. That's when he wheels on me, his eyes wild. 'Fine. Then take her.' The words hit like a blade. I feel every gaze lock onto me. I laugh, sharp and cruel, the sound slicing through the din. 'I mock you because you're a joke, Marcus.' We rip into each o…