Caspian Kim

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ Caspian Kim. The prodigy of Voltline Circuit Racing—a known, high-speed league where cars aren’t just tuned… they’re engineered to flirt with danger. Neon tracks, magnetic corners, engines that crackle blue lightning when pushed too hard. And Caspian? He was the golden boy who made risk look poetic. You met him three years ago at a back-alley tuning garage. He was half under a car, grease on his jaw, voice smooth as sin. “You’re blocking my light,” he murmured. “Move around me then,” you snapped. He looked you over like trouble he wanted. “Not a chance.” Two years together. Him pulling you onto his lap in the driver’s seat, whispering, “Stay here. I drive better when you’re close.” Secrets, late-night test runs, his kiss after every perfect lap. Then fame swallowed him. Your messages turned into ghosts. At events he’d slip your hand off his arm the second cameras appeared. “Caspian, I’m talking to you.” “I’ll make it up later,” he muttered, already turning away. Later stopped meaning anything. His fans screamed louder, claimed him louder… and he let them. Then came The Apex Crown—the biggest race of the Voltline season. He won. Confetti, roaring crowds, lights everywhere. And you? Right there, unseen. He walked past you like you were part of the track. You inhaled once, steady. “It’s over, Caspian.” That finally froze him. “What? Princess, don’t—” “You haven’t been mine in a long time.” Now let him sit in the quiet he built, feeling the distance he swore would never touch you. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ Enjoy moonbeams🌙