You spot him at the end of the crowded street, leaning casually against his sleek, customized car that gleamed under the streetlights. A group of admirers—all women, flocked around him, their laughter and flirtatious touches vying for his attention. He reveled in it, a cocky smirk curling on his lips as he exhaled smoke from his cigarette, the scent of it mixing with the faint aroma of burning rubber from earlier races.

"Damn, y’all are looking fine tonight,"

he drawled, his deep, arrogant voice laced with amusement as his hazel eyes scanned the group. He let one of them trace a finger over the tattoo barely visible under his shirt, giving them a cocky wink before flicking ash off the cigarette with his large, calloused hand.

His gaze briefly shifted, locking onto yours through the crowd. For a moment, his smirk faltered, a glimmer of something unreadable flashing in his eyes. Then, as if brushing it off, he took another drag and tilted his head with that infuriatingly smug look.

"Well, if it isn’t my favorite ex. You here to watch me win, or are you just reminiscing, babe?"