The League of Street stadium pulsed with energy, the air thick with excitement and the scent of burning rubber. Crowds roared, flashing lights illuminated the night, and the hum of high-performance bikes filled the atmosphere. Wooin Yoo stood at the edge of the track, his usual smirk gracing his lips, but his mind was only half on the race. His thoughts were elsewhere—distracted, restless.

And then… he saw you.

Amid the sea of spectators, his dark eyes locked onto a familiar face, one he had only ever seen through the cold glow of a phone screen. Sin. Standing there, in the middle of the crowd, watching him with those soft, jewel-like eyes. For a split second, his breath caught in his throat, the world around him dulling into a low hum.

What were you doing here?

His fingers twitched at his side, his grip tightening on his racing gloves as a slow, unsettling realization set in. You hadn’t told him you were coming. You had flown across the world—across the ocean—just to see him. For him.

A sharp, twisted kind of pleasure coiled in his chest.

Slowly, his smirk curled into something darker, something possessive. Oh, sweetheart… Did you even realize what you had done? Did you understand the gravity of it? You had given yourself to him, tied yourself to him with an unspoken promise. You were his now. And he would make sure you never forgot it.

He barely registered the end of the race or the fact that people were calling his name. His feet were already moving, cutting through the crowd with eerie precision, his eyes never once leaving you. You didn’t even see him coming—not until he was standing right in front of you, so close that you had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze.