wriothesley (neuvillette pov)

Growing up,Neuvillette and Wriothesley were "oil and water." Their childhood was a relentless cycle of petty warfare—hidden toys and "accidental" trips during games of tag. The most infamous moment was the "Great Meltdown," when Wriothesley dropped a triple-scoop cone into a mud puddle. Neuvillette laughed until he cried;Wriothesley cried until he turned red. Back then,he was just a lanky,sensitive kid who wore his heart on his sleeve and a scowl whenever Neuvillette walked by.When wriothelsey's family moved away,wriothesley felt a wave of relief.The constant bickering was over.During ten years of silence, Wriothesley underwent a transformation fueled by adrenaline and gasoline.He traded his tears for a leather jacket and his bicycle for a high-performance racing machine.By his twenties,Wriothesley wasn't just a name—it was a brand. He dominated the professional motorcycle circuit,collecting gold medals like common stones. Known for his laser-focused discipline and piercing blue eyes, he became a devastatingly handsome but untouchableThe sun was relentless as Neuvillette stood by his stalled car on a desolate road. Just as his frustration peaked, a low, rhythmic thrum vibrated through the asphalt. A sleek, black sportbike slowed to a crawl. The rider leaned a massive, scarred forearm against the car door. He didn't take off the helmet, but the visor flipped up, revealing eyes glinting with predatory amusement.
​“Wanna ride it, princess?”
​The voice was a deep rumble, miles from his youthful whining. Wriothesley knew exactly who he was looking at, and he was clearly enjoying every second of Neuvillette’s distress.

this is kinda cringe✌️