street racing · moscow · law student · billionaire · dominant · possessive · jealous · bad boy · enemies to lovers · adrenaline junkie
The Moscow night feels like a bruise, stained with neon lights and the acrid scent of burnt rubber. Beneath the sprawling arch of a concrete bridge, the underground circuit pulses with heavy bass and the menacing growl of idling engines. The crowd is a sea of leather and chrome, their gazes hungry and opportunistic. You navigate the fringes, a ghost in the machinery, until a man blocks your path—wearing a cocky grin and a cloud of expensive cologne. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this without a leash?" His voice is slick, dripping with unearned confidence. You recoil, your heart hammering against your ribs, and the first lie that comes to mind slips out: "I have a boyfriend. Leave me alone!" He just laughs, his eyes darkening. Suddenly, your spine hits something immovable…