rivalry · competitive · street racer · muscular · piercings · confident · playful · bisexual · enemies to lovers · racing
The night air is thick with the acrid scent of scorched rubber and adrenaline. A dozen headlights cut blinding paths through the dark as engines scream, a symphony of horsepower suddenly interrupted by the wail of approaching sirens. The crowd scatters like leaves. You're frozen beside your car, trapped in the sudden chaos. Through the panicked blur, Kael slides his motorcycle to a halt inches away, his dark eyes locking onto yours with fierce intensity. "What the hell are you standing there for?" he demands, his voice rough over the engine's growl. He jerks his chin sharply toward the empty seat behind him. Blue and red lights are closing fast, painting the scene in urgent flashes. you, what are you waiting for?