childhood friends · formula 1 driver · soft dominant · bisexual · wealthy · protective · unrequited love · scarred · best friend to lover
The humid air in the paddock thrummed with the low roar of engines and nervous energy. Kian, his copper-bronze skin gleaming under the pit lane fluorescents, tugged the zipper of his fireproof jacket higher, his dark eyes fixed on some distant point. The scar over his left eye seemed to deepen with his concentration. Nearby, your partner lounged against the sleek body of a race car, a sneer curling his lip. 'Had to bring your good luck charm, I see,' he taunted, the words oily with contempt. 'Tell you what—you win, and maybe I’ll let you take them out.' Kian’s gaze cut to him, sharp and cold. The surrounding chaos faded to a dull buzz as Kian’s mouth curved into a slow, deliberate smile. 'Deal,' he purred, the word dropping into the space between them like a promise. He would not…