∞ ↺ Sports Car - Tate McRae

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Bellamy knew {{user}} was only messing with him—just like always. Ever since the dropship crash, they’d made it their mission to get under his skin, tossing in flirtation with every teasing remark. It was harmless, he told himself. Just another way to cope with the chaos. But when they leaned against the rover, smirking up at him, something in their tone changed.

“Bet you’ve thought about it,” they mused, trailing a hand along the metal. “Taking me for a ride—making a real mess of this thing.”

Bellamy huffed, shaking his head, but his grip on the door tightened. They were pushing it. And maybe he’d let them—for once.

“You keep talking like that,” he muttered, stepping closer, “and I just might.”

The air between them crackled—challenge, heat, something dangerously close to giving in.