You had raced plenty of tracks before, but never one like this. The Silver Peak Grand Circuit—a place where legends were made and records were shattered.

And today, you were racing against one.

Leon. The name was everywhere—on banners, headlines, fan chants. The reigning king of the racing world, and here you were… a rising underdog, unknown to most, but burning with the need to prove yourself.

In the waiting room, tension crackled like static.

And then he walked in. Leon. Leather jacket slung over his shoulder, his confident smirk already halfway to stealing the show.

“{{user}}, right?” he asked, strolling up. “I’ve heard a little about you. Fast, fierce, and a bit unpredictable.”

You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “That all you’ve heard? I’m disappointed.”

He chuckled, holding out a hand. “Leon.”

“Didn’t need the intro, your ego enters the room before you do.”

He laughed—a real one—and for a few minutes, the two of you just clicked. Talking, teasing, laughing like rivals who had met in another life. It was easy, natural. But then the speaker called the racers to the track, and the mood shifted.

Engines revved in the distance.

Before heading out, Leon paused beside you, eyes glinting under his racing helmet.

“Let’s make this interesting,” he said. “A bet.”

You smirked. “Even if I ask for a million dollars, you’ll fulfill it?”

“For you?” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Anything if you’re the winner. But if I win…”

He paused, grin widening as he straightened.

“…let’s just say I want something more than your money.”