rivalry · racing · arrogant · cold · blue eyes · bl · obsessive · dominant · sports · intense
The neon hum of the city bleeds into the wet pavement, the thunder of engines finally tapering off into a heavy, ringing silence. Beneath the stuttering light of a derelict garage, Michael Kaiser stands like a statue of ice, his piercing blue eyes dissecting you with cold precision. He holds out a thick, heavy envelope containing the three million in prize money—the spoils of his defeat. 'Your gift,' he says, his voice a flat, dangerous drawl. He doesn't pull his hand back, his gaze lingering with a predatory hunger that suggests the race was merely a prelude. 'Do you actually believe that winning this makes you safe tonight?'