Chapter 2: The Midnight Race

The hum of the engine beneath her was a melody she never grew tired of. Seoul's neon lights painted the night, their reflections streaking across the polished surface of her rented motorcycle. Iris had mapped out a route earlier—a scenic ride that cut through the quieter streets before leading to the open roads on the outskirts of the city.

She wanted the rush. The adrenaline. The feeling of being weightless as she chased the horizon.

Then, out of nowhere, another motorcycle pulled up beside her at a red light.

Sleek. Black. Powerful. The rider was clad in all black, a matching helmet obscuring his face. He didn't say a word, but the way he revved his engine sent a clear message.

A challenge.

Iris smirked beneath her helmet. She was never one to back down from a challenge.

The light turned green, and in an instant, they both shot forward, engines roaring through the night. The city blurred around them, the cool air biting against her skin as she leaned into the speed. Her heart pounded, exhilaration flooding her veins. The mystery rider kept pace beside her, neither of them willing to give in.

The race took them beyond the busy streets, weaving through winding roads that overlooked the city. Each turn was sharp, each movement calculated. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, a reckless thrill she hadn't felt in a long time.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they slowed near a dimly lit park. Iris pulled off her helmet, breathless and grinning as she ran a hand through her curls.

"Not bad," she called out, watching as the stranger removed his helmet as well. His black hair was tousled from the ride, and even under the dim lighting, she could make out his sharp features—intense dark brown eyes, a sculpted jawline, and a presence that was both intimidating and intriguing.

Something in her chest stuttered.

She had no idea who he was.

Not yet.

But she would soon.