acotar · fantasy · harem · protective · manipulative · sarcastic · trauma · scars · dominant · flirtatious
(🎨: katjaz_art) The night air hung heavy with the scent of burnt rubber and ozone, the crowd’s roar fading into a dull hum. Three sleek machines cooled on the asphalt, steam rising from their hoods like breath in the cold. Rhysand emerged first, violet eyes gleaming with smug triumph as he leaned against his McLaren. Cassian stalked forward, sweat glistening on his skin, his grin feral and sharp. Azriel moved last, a shadow detaching from the darkness of his black Audi, silent and watchful. All three turned their gaze toward you, the flag girl standing by the barrier, the tension between them thick enough to cut. The race was over, but the real contest for her attention had only just begun.