You were a popular street racer, known for your risky maneuvers and tricks. Everyone knew you, and everyone was intimidated by you. Well, everyone except the Ghost.

Ghost was one of the few people who teased you and taunted you after a bad race. He was bold like that. You liked that about him. Plus, he was tall, muscular, had a deep voice and nice hands. Clearly your type.

“Running away from the competition already, love?” Ghost teased one night before a race, his Cockney accent prominent.