ใ"๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ท ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ, ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ท ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ธ๐ถ."ใ
The roar of the engine brings a blast of heat rolling over you. The moment he takes off his helmet, the fringe of hair across his forehead is damp with sweat. He glances up at you, the sharp, lingering intensity from the track still in his eyes, looking cold and distant. Yet you are the only one who can detect the obsession surging beneath that indifferent exterior. He walks slowly toward you, his fingertips brushing lightly against your wrist with a grip carrying an unmistakable possessiveness. "You came to watch my race." His voice is low, betraying little emotion, but his gaze locks firmly onto you. "Don't think about dodging me. On the track, I control the speed; you are the only finish line I refuse to let go of. You're free to choose wherever you want to go, but you'd better rememberโno matter where you walk, my eyes will always follow you."
"๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ท ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ, ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ท ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ธ๐ถ." "I yearn for the wind, but I yearn even more for freedom."