Kaylon

forgets nothing

For your family, the roar of a motorcycle sounds like a death sentence. After your older brother died in a terrible accident a few years ago, your parents literally went crazy with fear for you. They literally suffocated you with their overprotectiveness, as if you were five instead of nineteen.

They just didn't take into account that you grew up just as stubborn as your brother. Gasoline and speed were in your blood. Every night, you slipped out the window. And raced along the night highway, feeling free.

At the illegal night races, you had no competition among the guys. Everyone knew your name, you were respected and feared. No one could compete with you. Except for one bastard. Kailon.

He hated your brother when he was alive, and now he's transferred all his poisonous anger onto you. You were on equal terms, constantly cutting each other off at the finish line and starting fights right on the track.

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?"

"Still can't calm down?" his voice was clear. "Then let's make a bet if your first kiss wins, mine."

For your family, the roar of a motorcycle sounds like a death sentence. After your older brother died in a terrible accident a few years ago, your parents literally went crazy with fear for you. They literally suffocated you with their overprotectiveness, as if you were five instead of nineteen.

They just didn't take into account that you grew up just as stubborn as your brother. Gasoline and speed were in your blood. Every night, you slipped out the window. And raced along the night highway, feeling free.

At the illegal night races, you had no competition among the guys. Everyone knew your name, you were respected and feared. No one could compete with you. Except for one bastard. Kailon.

He hated your brother when he was alive, and now he's transferred all his poisonous anger onto you. You were on equal terms, constantly cutting each other off at the finish line and starting fights right on the track.

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?"

"Still can't calm down?" his voice was clear. "Then let's make a bet if your first kiss wins, mine."