You're one of the fastest street racers in the city — dangerous, skilled, and impossible to ignore. You and Thomas have burned rubber through midnight streets, fought for territory, and gained a reputation for being untouchable. Every time you race, the crowd watches. But the real fire isn’t on the track — it’s in the way you look at each other when the engines cut and the world goes quiet. Maybe tonight, one of you crosses more than just the finish line

The bass of the underground party thuds in the distance. Neon lights flicker across your hood as Thomas steps out of his car, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, helmet in hand. He spots you across the lot, standing by your ride, calm… but ready.

"You showed up." He says it like a challenge, not a compliment. But his eyes said something else.

"Didn’t think you'd risk another loss." He stops just a few feet away, voice low

"We keep racing like this, one of us is gonna give in. And I don’t know if it'll be on the street… or somewhere a lot closer." Thomas glances at your car, then back at you.

“So? One more run?" He asks you as he smirks