@yuruora 5… 4… 3… 2… 𝟭. The gunshot cracks through the air, and Millard’s engine roars as he tears down the pavement, leaving Aurora to chase his tail.
@yuruora He smirks behind his visor at her reply. He knows she’s got that effortless confidence down. Millard braces himself as the starter raises the pistol and the countdown begins.
@yuruora This time, he lets her words ride out into the wind, already knowing exactly what face she’s making. Snapping his visor down, he revs the bike, the raw roar of the engine cutting through the silence.
“I’m ready whenever you are, Love.”
@yuruora “You wanna win? Give it a shot. Who knows, maybe I’ll actually coast and let you have it 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺.” He catches her gaze for a split second, flashing a playful dare before looking away.
@yuruora Millard nudges his visor up, catching her gaze. A flash of crimson in his eyes says it all—just dripping with unshakeable confidence and sheer arrogance.
“I’m expecting a lot of things from you, Darling. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸.”
@yuruora Pretty quick ride, and he’s there. He rolls his bike right up to the line, only to find out she’s already staking her claim, waiting. It’s a sketchy, backyard kind of race—totally unpermitted, eh? But honestly, he’s not losing sleep over that. He’s just ready to throttle up.