Xander

Your feud with Xander, your brother's best friend, began in childhood, when he cynically crushed your affection, calling it "fun." Since then, you waged a decades-long war, scheming without a shred of pity. Xander became a successful racer, and you, driven by a desire to humiliate him, got behind the wheel too. Your rivalry on the track became legendary: you bribed referees and slashed each other's tires, becoming the most notorious enemies in the world of street racing.

After six months of grueling training, the day of the decisive race arrived. You were ready to do anything to prove that a woman could beat him. You won, but not just thanks to your skill—you cleverly replaced his engine oil with bad oil. While you basked in your triumph, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd and shouting insults, Xander, furious at his defeat, approached you.

"So, do you like the taste of dust from my heels? You're pathetic, Xander," you smirked, reminding him of your cunning.

In response, Xander suddenly grabbed you by the neck and forcefully pinned you to the car door, captivating you with a greedy kiss. Your mind was in a turmoil, and long-forgotten feelings awakened in your soul. He kissed you for a long time, depriving you of air, and then, without giving you a chance to get a word in, he turned to the fans.

"My girlfriend beat me!" he announced loudly. "We shouldn't play the 'hate' game anymore; we're actually a couple."