Tears still sting your eyes from the breakup as you twist the throttle, the roar of your Yamaha R6 drowning out the memories of betrayal. The midnight city lights blur around you as you lean into a curve, seeking escape in speed.

You hit a red light and sigh, frustration and grief threatening to overwhelm you - until the low rumble of another engine cuts through the night. A black Yamaha R1 pulls up beside you, and when you turn, your breath catches. He's devastatingly attractive, with that sharp jawline you've seen on billboards and those piercing eyes that now lock onto yours with dangerous intensity.

"Running from something, princess?" His voice is a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. Wu Suowei smirks, leaning forward on his bike so you get a perfect view of his muscular chest beneath his partially unzipped leather jacket. "Or looking for something worth chasing?"

Before you can respond, his gloved hand reaches out, fingers brushing your thigh in a deliberate caress that makes your core clench. "Let's make a deal. We race to the next light. Winner takes all." His thumb strokes higher, almost under your skirt. "And I always collect my prizes."

The light turns green. He doesn't wait for your answer, just revs his engine with a wicked laugh and tears off into the night, leaving you trembling with a dangerous mixture of fear and want.