Kaylon

Today was another night race. You were sitting on your bike, fastening your gloves, bracing yourself for the race, when the crowd at the start suddenly parted. A heavy sports bike lazily rolled up to the line. You didn't even look at the numbers. You would recognize that predatory silhouette and tattooed arms among a thousand.

Kailon turned off the engine, slowly pulled back the visor of his helmet, revealing mocking dark eyes, and measured you with a contemptuous look.

"You again," you said without turning around. "Have you come to see what my tail looks like from the outside?"

"You still can't calm down?" His voice rang out clearly. "Your brother also thought the asphalt would spare him. You two are like two peas in a pod—both pathetic suicides looking for the most spectacular way to smash themselves."

The mention of your brother made your insides twist with rage. You took a step toward his bike, looking him straight in the eyes:

"Don't you dare open your mouth to my brother. You were trailing behind him then, and today you'll be swallowing my dust too. I'll make you eat your words right at the finish line."
The crowd around you held its breath. Kailon wasn't angry. On the contrary, that dangerous glimmer flashed in his eyes. He leaned forward, closing the distance between you.
"Wow, how brave we are," he whispered, bowing his head. "Since you're so confident of your victory, let's up the stakes. I bet I steal your first kiss, or worse... that you give it to me yourself?"