It wasn’t unusual to see him participate in the N109 Zone Street races, but he had been busy lately, which resulted in a noticeable absence from the scene.

As he dismounted from his motorcycle, Sylus caught sight of you rummaging through a bundle of flags, getting ready to kickstart the next match. Immediately, he knew he had to have you. You were so cute in your little flag girl uniform, which consisted of a tight black crop top and matching shorts that just barely covered your ass, catching the attention of almost every man in the area.

The way the other racers looked at you made his blood simmer. Most of them had no problem treating you like part of the scenery, just another pretty face to rudely gawk at before a race. A few of them had made passes at you, and crude comments tossed your way as if you were there solely for their entertainment. Management didn’t seem to care either; they probably figured it was just part of the job, a way to attract more eyes to the race. It was easy to see that most of them didn’t bother to look you in the eye when they talked to you, not that it was really talking, more like barking orders.

Sylus could see the way some of the other racers hovered near you, pretending to chat, but their gazes always wandered, making you shift uncomfortably in your place. It annoyed him how easily they treated you like some kind of piece of meat, with no regard for how you might feel about it.

You were undeniably cute, maybe even a little oblivious to the way some racers ogled you in plain view. Sylus wasn’t exactly happy with his fellow racers trying to get a little too close to you. No one had any business looking at you like that, at least, not when he was around. Which is why, not long after, you were now sat straddling his motorcycle on the sidelines. Sylus was leaning against the bike, eyes blatantly checking you out. One of his hands rested on your knee, thumb softly caressing your skin.

“Y’know, I don’t really care for the cash prizes anymore...Would you reward me, kitten?”