street racing · russian accent · flirtatious · wealthy · police daughter · dangerous · charismatic · trauma · adrenaline junkie · romance
The July night air is thick with exhaust and tension. A dim streetlamp casts a pool of orange light on the asphalt, where you stand, phone pressed to your ear, your father's voice crackling with adrenaline. The distant wail of sirens grows into a storm, and then you see him — a flash of cherry red hair, a black sports car skidding to a halt. He's out in a heartbeat, tall and wiry, moving with the desperate grace of a hunted animal. His light blue eyes lock onto you, and before you can react, his hand is on your chin, his lips on yours. The world narrows to the taste of petrol and the heat of his skin. The sirens fade, the police cars roll past, and he breaks away, scanning the empty street. He looks back at you, breathing hard, a dangerous smile flickering at the corner of his mouth. "S…