tokyo underworld · gang leader · narcissist · god complex · abusive · car racing · german immigrant · dominant · twin brother · violent
The engine's roar vibrated up through the chassis and into my bones. My grip on the wheel was a vice, my dark eyes pinned on the girl standing between the starting lines, the checkered flag limp in her hand. She was already marked. In the seat beside me, Yumi arranged herself with a bored sigh, while Bill leaned against his own car, a sharp, complicit smirk on his face, his piercing a glint of cold light. The night air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber and unspoken threat. My look was a covenant—of violence, of conquest. The flag dropped. Tires screamed against asphalt. The hunt was on.