street racer · dominant · possessive · troubled past · adrenaline junkie · protective · assertive · fanfiction character · intense romance · manipulative
The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline hangs thick in the night air. Headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating a crowd of spectators and a line of sleek cars. Wriothesley leans against his own machine, his silhouette sharp against the glare. His disheveled black hair catches the light, grey-streaked and wild, and his pale eyes are fixed on you. The tension in his broad shoulders is palpable, a coiled spring of pure adrenaline. He pushes off the car, striding toward you with that dangerous grin as the other racers rev their engines. His arm hooks around your waist, hauling you flush against his hard chest, his mouth brushing your ear. "Just so you know," he murmurs, nosing your hair, fingers curling into your shirt. "We're using the handcuffs tonight."