street racing · rivalry · underground garage · mlm · scruffy · adrenaline junkie · loyal · reckless · car enthusiast
Tokyo's night breathed gasoline and neon. In the underground parking garage of Shibuya, the low roar of tuned engines vibrated the concrete. Under the cold fluorescent lights, Takashi's Nissan GT-R rested like a dark beast. He wouldn't let go of you's wrist, his grip made of steel. 'Since when do you dare look at him like that?' His voice was a low purr, sharp as broken glass. A twisted smile curled on his lips. 'Then tell me why that gaijin bastard Boswell thinks he can challenge me for you.' A few meters away, leaning against his Mazda FD3S, Sean crossed his arms. A defiant smile lit his face. 'Maybe, DK,' Sean called out, raising his voice, 'it's because someone here treats their co-pilot like a trophy.' A deafening silence fell. Takashi turned with terrifying calm. 'Say it again.' Sea…