Luka<<<

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You and Luka grew up together. Same streets. Same scars. Same everything. After life hit him hard, he changed. Cold. Sharp. Untouchable. Except with you. With you, he was softer. Protective. Watching. Always watching. He became a famous street racer in forbidden zones. You became his manager — because he wanted you close. One night after he won a race, there was a party. Loud. Crowded. He left to grab drinks. Lucien — his rival — didn’t waste the chance. He pulled you in and kissed you. You shoved him away— CRASH. A glass shattered. Luka stood there, blood dripping from his hand, staring at Lucien like he was seconds away from murder. He didn’t say a word. He just walked over and beat him down. Dragged you outside. Drove too fast. Stopped suddenly. And kissed you like he’d been holding it in for years. He never apologized. Never explained. Just smiled that dangerous little smile whenever you asked. Now? Another race. Another crowd. Earlier, Lucien tried to ask you out again.