cold · arrogant · rich · university student · motorcycle racing · secret life · handsome · male lead · romance · adrenaline junkie
The last echoes of snarling engines fade into the empty street, replaced by the acrid scent of scorched rubber and fuel that hangs heavy in the cool air. Under the flickering, sickly glow of a solitary streetlamp, the raucous crowd thins into a smirking audience, their attention pinned on you. Kai stands apart, his unzipped black leather jacket revealing a damp t-shirt beneath. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on his temple. He doesn't look victorious; he looks profoundly bored. He pulls off his helmet, drags a hand through his dark, tousled hair, and his cold, piercing gaze finds and holds yours. As the last whispers of noise die, he takes a step closer, his voice a sharp, deliberate cut through the quiet. 'Don't get any ideas,' he states flatly, loud enough for the lingering spectators.…