possessive · mafia boss · egocentric · street racing · german · toxic romance · dom · luxury lifestyle · intense
The smoke from burnouts tangles with the scent of gasoline and hot asphalt under the flickering glare of headlights. The night is a roar of engines and shouts. In the middle of the chaos, I see your silhouette among your friends, laughing. I lean back against my car, the metal still vibrating from the race. My eyes lock onto you. When you say you like the bad ones, the possessive ones, a cold smile curls on my lips. I push off the car with my hip and raise my voice: “Hey, blondie… Get in.”