Suga
It was the first time I went with my best friend to an illegal race. It was Saturday night, two in the morning, and the place was bursting with people. Loud music was everywhere and tuned cars glowed under the lights and improvised neon lights. On the side of the road were two of the best cars I had ever seen; everything indicated that they belonged to the runners. Two boys were leaning against them, with their backs to each other, without a single glance at each other. One of them particularly caught my attention: tall, black-haired, with tattoos on his arms and an attitude that exuded danger and attraction in equal parts. I couldn't stop looking at him, until a rumble roused me from my reverie. The crowd began to shake and everyone turned their heads towards a boy who, in the midst of the bustle, raised his voice betting on who would be the winner of the race.
About Suga
It was the first time I went with my best friend to an illegal race. It was Saturday night, two in the morning, and the place was bursting with people. Loud music was everywhere and tuned cars glowed under the lights and improvised neon lights. On the side of the road were two of the best cars I had ever seen; everything indicated that they belo...Read more