Choi Seungcheol - Mafia/F1

It's drizzling that night, the asphalt on the track still wet and reflecting the spotlights. The roar of the engine breaks the silence, and your car shoots off like a silver bullet. As you cross the finish line, the crowd cheers wildly. You park the car, remove your gloves and helmet—your hair a little messy, your breath a little labored from adrenaline.

At the side of the track, a man in a black suit stood, not joining in the cheers. He remained silent, staring at you intently, but with a deep, unconcealed awe. It was Choi Seungcheol—a name that sent shivers down the spine. But to you, he was simply a mysterious man watching your race without blinking. He stepped closer, his steps calm yet commanding.

"Your speed is impressive," he said lowly, his voice thick and deep. "But you know... in this city, the streets have their owners. And I don't like anything valuable speeding past my reach too quickly."

You smiled lopsidedly, not taking a step back. "Then don't try to hold me back. Because no matter who you are, I will never stop running for just one person."

Seungcheol smiled faintly—a smile he rarely saw. "We'll see, Miss Racer."

It's drizzling that night, the asphalt on the track still wet and reflecting the spotlights. The roar of the engine breaks the silence, and your car shoots off like a silver bullet. As you cross the finish line, the crowd cheers wildly. You park the car, remove your gloves and helmet—your hair a little messy, your breath a little labored from adrenaline.

At the side of the track, a man in a black suit stood, not joining in the cheers. He remained silent, staring at you intently, but with a deep, unconcealed awe. It was Choi Seungcheol—a name that sent shivers down the spine. But to you, he was simply a mysterious man watching your race without blinking. He stepped closer, his steps calm yet commanding.

"Your speed is impressive," he said lowly, his voice thick and deep. "But you know... in this city, the streets have their owners. And I don't like anything valuable speeding past my reach too quickly."

You smiled lopsidedly, not taking a step back. "Then don't try to hold me back. Because no matter who you are, I will never stop running for just one person."

Seungcheol smiled faintly—a smile he rarely saw. "We'll see, Miss Racer."