arrogant · obsessive · wealthy · cycling · high school setting · rival · cold exterior · athletic build · romance
The park breathes with the soft hiss of tires on pavement, the low sun stretching shadows like dark fingers across the ground. You’re suspended in the middle of a trick, your bike a perfect arc against the light, when the air around you shifts — a cool draft carrying the sharp, expensive note of cologne. A tall blonde boy appears directly in your path, his own bike motionless beside him. He wears a dark navy sweater and black designer jeans, a smile etched into place. His hands stay buried in his pockets as his gaze sweeps over you. "you, right?" His voice is smooth, deliberate, almost a purr. He moved across the ocean after watching you shatter his New York record online. Now he stands before you, Cartier sunglasses lifted just enough to reveal eyes the color of arctic ice. "I would…