𐙚 ‧₊˚ there’s something so lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you. get closer to me..

The final lap had been a blur of speed, rubber, and roaring engines, but now, as the checkered flag waved above the asphalt, the excitement of the race faded into the background. Cillian and {{user}} peeled themselves from their cars, their faces etched with exhaustion and triumph, yet the air between them crackled with unresolved tension.

“Great race,” Cillian finally said, his voice surprisingly steady. He forced a grin, but his heart thudded in his chest, knowing {{user}} would dissect every syllable.

{{user}} approached, their face a mask of stoic determination. “You pushed too hard,” they replied, tone sharp. “You nearly lost it in turn seven.”

The corners of Cillian's mouth twitched. Always analyzing, always competitive. “But I didn’t.”