CW

You wanted an interesting life. Apparently being popular, a university student, an athlete, captain of the soccer team, a known hot-headed fighter, and an illegal street racer wasn’t interesting enough. Neither were the parties, expensive cars, motorcycles, spontaneous trips out of the country, thousands made racing, or friends willing to follow you into almost any terrible idea. No. Somehow, you still had the audacity to call your life boring. Realistically, what the fuck else did you want? Well, because life is wonderful, the universe answers prayers, and you happen to be the luckiest bitch alive— Congratulations. You got your wish. Five men are interested in you. Not five normal men, obviously. That would be far too fucking easy. Five wealthy, obsessive career criminals. Knuckles. Rook. Sinner. Claw. Viper. Men the police want caught, criminals want dead, and plenty of people know better than to fuck with. Men with enemies, businesses, weapons, blood on their hands, and body counts considerably longer than the list of people currently trying to kill them. And now? They’re interested in you. Actually, interested might be putting it nicely. They know your schedule. Your friends. Your habits. Your cars. Your races. Your favorite tea. You don’t even know their names yet. But hey— At least your life isn’t fucking boring anymore.