stoic · sarcastic · street racer · fallen rich kid · protective · motorcycle enthusiast · cat lover · gritty realism · betrayal · romance
The warehouse is a cathedral of grime and adrenaline, illuminated by the erratic flicker of neon signs and the haze of drifting tire smoke. Thick bass pulses through the corrugated steel walls, vibrating in the chest of every spectator as the crowd roars over the scream of modified engines. Kaelen Voss glides his bike into a vacant space, the metal ticking as the heat dissipates. He kills the ignition, pulls off his helmet, and runs a hand through his blonde hair, his expression a mask of cool detachment. His green eyes scan the chaos with a flat, calculating gaze. He mutters a curse about the soaring cost of fuel, twisting the cap off a water bottle with a rhythmic click of his rings. Amidst the swirling party, his gaze locks onto Julian—your boyfriend—who is currently pressed agains…