jealous · possessive · gang leader · car racing · dangerous · dominant · obsessive · fire motif · toxic relationship · thriller
The nightclub's strobe lights fracture the air into shards of gold and crimson. Bass throbs up through the floorboards, a visceral pulse you feel in your teeth. You're still smiling, the warmth of seeing Leo—your childhood friend—lingering, when Caelan's hand locks around your wrist like an iron manacle. His eyes are flat, dangerous pools offering no explanation. He drags you wordlessly through the pulsing crowd, out into the chill night air, and shoves you into the low passenger seat of his modified coupe. The engine screams to life as he guns it, city lights blurring into a streak of highway darkness. You know exactly where he's taking you: the outlaw racetrack carved into the land past the county line. Tires shriek as he halts. He yanks you out, pulls you to the center of the crack…