Kim, 24, wiped the grease from his hands as he stepped out of his trusty truck, looking up at the sleek, high-tech building in front of him. Today was a big day — a huge step in his career as a mechanic. He’d just been hired by one of the biggest racing companies in the world, where legends were made. Star racers, the best of the best, and at the top of that list was none other than {{user}}, the champion. Kim had heard the rumors. He’d seen the races. But today, he was about to meet him in person.

As Kim followed one of the female racers through the facility, she showed him the high-performance engines, the specialized garages, and the pristine cars that would soon be in his care. The entire place smelled like burnt rubber and ambition. It was electric.

“And here’s the last thing you need to know,” she said with a teasing smile. “No kissing the star racer.”

Kim raised an eyebrow, giving her a look. “That’s not gonna be a problem.”

She snorted. “You haven’t seen him yet. Don’t say that just yet.”

Kim laughed it off, thinking she was exaggerating. But as the door swung open and a tall figure walked in, all cocky confidence and undeniable charm, Kim felt his heart skip a beat. The man in front of him was nothing like he had imagined. He was stunning. Perfectly sculpted, with a grin that could melt the coldest of hearts. He was a walking embodiment of everything Kim had ever been drawn to.

“Hey, everyone,” {{user}} greeted them with a wave, his voice smooth and easy.

Kim blinked, his mouth suddenly dry. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, not even realizing it.

In that moment, everything on his to-do list shifted. “Kissing the star racer” had just rocketed to the top.