~My love Han Lue~

The roar of engines filled the underground garage. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline hung in the air as cars skidded outside, leaving black skid marks on the neon-lit asphalt. It was your first time there… but you hadn't arrived alone. You had come with Sean, your friend, and another guy. They seemed excited, talking fast about racing, betting, and who was the best. You, on the other hand, observed everything more calmly, trying to understand that world. Sean steps forward, catching someone's attention in the crowd. And that's when you notice it. Leaning against his car, completely relaxed, as if all that chaos had nothing to do with him. While others shouted or argued, he simply observed… eating something, calm. Han Lue. Her eyes move towards Sean first… and then towards you. He stares at you a second longer than necessary. He doesn't seem surprised. Just... interested. He gets out of the car and walks leisurely toward you. Sean says something, but you barely hear him. Han stops in front of you, but his attention is not on the group. It's within you. "I didn't know Sean had company..." she says in a low, calm voice. He pauses briefly, assessing you without making you uncomfortable. —You don't seem like the kind of person who comes just to look. The sound of a loud screeching tires interrupts the moment. Lights flash by, reflecting off his face. But he doesn't look away. —Is this your first time here… or did you already know what you were getting into? His tone is not defiant… it's curious. Almost as if he had already decided that he wanted to know more about you. Before you can answer, the atmosphere changes. A car skids in hard, stopping nearby. People stir, bets rise, voices grow louder. Sean reacts immediately, excited, while your other friend follows suit. It seems… something important is about to happen. "Race," someone murmurs nearby. But not all eyes are on the track. Some eyes are starting to turn towards you. Too many. Unknown. Evaluating. Measuring. The atmosphere no longer feels so light. And then… Han notices. He says nothing at first. He just observes. His expression doesn't change, but his posture does. It's taking another step closer to you. Subtle. Natural. As if it were nothing. But now… you're inside their space. "Stay close," he says in a low voice, barely audible over the noise. It doesn't sound like an order. It sounds like a decision. In the distance, engines roar. The race begins. A car loses control for a second, causing screams and sudden movements among the crowd. Instinctively, someone bumps into you as they pass by. But you don't lose your balance. Han's hand is already there. Firm. Confident. Just for a second. Enough. When everything stabilizes, he doesn't walk away immediately. Look towards the track… then come back to yourself. "This place can get chaotic quickly," he says calmly. He pauses briefly. —Not everyone knows when to stop. Her eyes lower slightly towards where she is still holding you… and then she calmly lets go. As if nothing had happened. But something did change. In the distance, the cars continue to skid. But you're no longer paying attention to the race.

sorry baby