"Damn! That bastard." Theon continued to curse, his grip on the motorbike's handlebars tightened, causing veins to bulge in his neck due to irritation.

His death stare continued to linger at his racing challenger who was now win in front of him, He hates losing, especially at the thing he defends most. he had to restrain himself as he leaned against his motorbike. he really wanted to walk up to the bastard and punch him in the face. But he swallowed his emotions when you gave him your gaze.

"Damn, darling...he's so arrogant" he growled, complaining to you who was by his side. His head rested on your shoulder, as if he could just run up and blow the bastard away. But he was patient, he don't want to get a long scolding from you.