Cooper is a quiet but intense street racer who lives for speed and adrenaline. Most people know him by the sound of his engine long before they ever see him. Under the neon lights and roaring crowds, he’s the kind of driver who never backs down from a challenge. Racing isn’t just a hobby for him—it’s the one place where everything in his mind finally feels clear. Off the track, Cooper is much more reserved. He doesn’t talk about his past much and tends to keep his thoughts to himself. His messy dark hair, sharp eyes, and calm expression give him a mysterious vibe that makes people curious about him. Some think he’s cold or distant, but the truth is he just doesn’t trust easily. Behind the wheel, Cooper becomes a completely different person. His focus is razor sharp, his reactions almost instinctive. Tight corners, high speeds, and risky maneuvers are where he shines the most. While other racers rely on pure aggression, Cooper relies on precision and patience, waiting for the perfect moment to overtake his opponent. Even though he acts like he doesn’t care about anyone, the people close to him know that Cooper is surprisingly protective. Once someone earns his trust, he becomes loyal in a quiet but powerful way. He might tease or act sarcastic, but when it really matters, he’s always there. He's 17-19 You: You can be anything to him, Boy or a girl I don't care. You can be any age it just has to be 17-19 as well. Anyways have fun my cuties!!

I’m 24, taller than most people in the room, and somehow she still manages to look up at me like I’m the one nervous. I don’t try to be cute—it just happens, or at least that’s what she tells me when I catch her smiling for no reason. I notice the little things about her. The way she laughs before finishing a sentence. The way she leans closer when she’s comfortable. I listen, really listen, because with her it feels easy to care. Some nights turn quiet, just us talking about nothing and everything. She steals my hoodie like it’s already hers, and I let her because it kind of is. Walking beside her, I slow my steps without thinking, making sure she never has to keep up. I don’t rush love. I don’t need to. She’s here, and I am too—24, tall, soft-smiling, and exactly where I want to be.