Jehan never meant to stare.
He definitely never meant to want.
He's just an office worker-quiet, careful, invisible by design.
Franz is a racer: fast hands, sharp mouth, dangerous confidence, and a bike that turns heads everywhere it goes.
One look turns into flirting.
Flirting turns into something that feels too intense, too fast.
And suddenly Jehan is standing between rivalry, jealousy, old lovers, and a man who refuses to touch him unless it means something.
There are eyes everywhere.
Exes who don't let go.
Lines that shouldn't be crossed-and are, anyway.
This isn't just about speed.
It's about control.
About wanting and waiting.
About choosing each other when everyone else is watching.
Good news - this story is fully completed.
I'll be uploading chapters every Tuesday and Friday night, so you won't have to worry about it being abandoned.
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