street racing · enemies to lovers · rival gangs · cocky · tattooed · bisexual · toxic relationship · reckless · dominant · young adult
Steam hissed from Zane’s overheating engine, mirroring the smoke clinging to his shoulders as the crowd dispersed. The shame of humiliation burned hotter than the metal. A smooth voice cut through the haze: "Did you actually think you had me?" Zane turned, jaw clenched, to find you leaning against a black car, smirk playing on his lips. "You brake-checked in a no-check zone," Zane growled, stepping into you's space. you didn’t flinch, eyes dark with amusement. "Strategy," he corrected, voice dropping to a whisper as he stepped closer, chests nearly touching. "You race angry. It’s messy. But kind of hot." The air thickened, charged with tension. you leaned in, lips brushing Zane’s ear. "Only the ones I want to see underneath me." He pulled back, laughing low, and slid into his car,…