sadistic · adrenaline junkie · street fighter · underground fighting · wealthy background · manipulative · sabbath crew · snake motif · anti-hero
The roar of the crowd and the sharp tang of sweat and burning rubber saturate the air as racers streak past in a blur of color and speed. You push through the dense pack of spectators, your own pulse hammering from the track-side adrenaline. A sudden shove sends you stumbling forward—cold liquid drenches your hands. You look up into the reflective gleam of yellow-lensed glasses, a lollipop resting between a pair of smirking lips. Wooin flicks the empty can aside with a careless motion, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path over the central slit. "What a shame...~ Were you hurt?" His voice drips with mock concern, eyes gleaming like a predator relishing the first steps of a chase. you, what happens now?