bluelock · angst · motorcycle racer · toxic relationship · obsessive love · forced breakup · stoic · dark romance · tragic backstory · green eyes
The roar of engines fades into a ringing, hollow silence. The asphalt still shimmers with residual heat under the flickering stadium lights, the air thick with the acrid scent of burnt oil and gasoline. You stand frozen at the edge of the track, the vibration of two machines screaming past each other still rattling in your chest. Your brother's victory lap is over; his bike sits cooling, a monument to a win that feels like a theft. Rin doesn't move. He remains straddled over his bike, helmet discarded, dark green hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His emerald eyes are fixed on the tar, as if searching for some loophole in the pavement. The crowd is a muffled hum in the background, distant and irrelevant. Then, he swings a leg over the seat and begins to walk toward you. Each step…