LOGINPakin’s P.O.V
I stared at Sean, his words still hanging in the air like a slap I didn’t see coming.
“How long are you planning to stay with the team, Pakin? Or are you just going to vanish one day without saying a word?”
The question echoed through my mind louder than any engine roar I’d ever heard on the track.
My chest felt hollow, and I blinked, trying to stay composed, but the sting was sharp—unexpec
Pakin’s P.O.VIt wasn’t hard to find Sean.The moment I stepped around the edge of the team tent, my eyes landed on him—hunched over his car, arms deep under the hood, grease staining his gloves and streaking up one side of his forearm. He was completely absorbed in his element, focused in that intense, quiet way that always made me feel butterflies in my stomach when he looked at me the same way.He hadn’t noticed me yet.I stopped in my tracks.His red and black uniform fit him like it had been designed solely for him and no one else, hugging every lean muscle of his frame, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows as he worked. The way his hair clung slightly to his forehead with sweat, how the sharp line of his jaw flexed every time he twisted something beneath the hood… I couldn’t look away.Fuck me— he looked so good it was unfair.Even when he was irritated or stubb
Pakin’s P.O.VThe engine roared beneath me like a beast I’d finally tamed.I tore through the last curve, tires gripping hot asphalt, my fingers tight around the wheel as I pushed the car to its limit. The wind screamed in my ears, the sun blazed overhead, and for those few minutes, everything else disappeared—Sean, the fight, my guilt.It was just me, my Valkyrie, and the track.I crossed the line and slowly coasted back into the pit lane, heart thudding like a drum. As I pulled off into the shade for a refuel, the mechanics swarmed in, eyes sharp and hands quick.I let the car idle before cutting the engine and pulled off my helmet. The heat hit me like a wall. Sweat clung to my skin. My hair stuck damply to my forehead.Then I saw Coal walking toward me with a water bottle in hand, a wide grin on his face.“Damn, you’re on fire today,” he said, handing me the bottle as I climbed
Pakin’s P.O.VI stared at Sean, his words still hanging in the air like a slap I didn’t see coming.“How long are you planning to stay with the team, Pakin? Or are you just going to vanish one day without saying a word?”The question echoed through my mind louder than any engine roar I’d ever heard on the track.My chest felt hollow, and I blinked, trying to stay composed, but the sting was sharp—unexpected. Of all people, of all the things, I never thought he would be the one to say something like this.It felt like betrayal.“You really think that low of me?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even, but the edge was there, raw and trembling and unbidden. “After everything—have I not proven myself loyal enough to the team that you’re suddenly questioning whether I even care?”Sean’s shoulders stiffened, and the guil
Sean’s P.O.VI watched as Pakin laid out a spread of baked goods on the dining table. He’d said he went to buy cherry blossom pie, but it turned out that he got a bunch of other things, too.I sat at the edge of my seat like I was ready to bold any second, staring at him. If he felt uncomfortable by the intensity of my gaze, he didn’t show it.Instead, he just unwrapped the boxes and set the delicate plates of cherry blossom pie, flaky croissants, and a medley of savory pastries down with an elegance that felt almost surreal.Miriam followed behind him with a porcelain teapot in hand, her face still painted with the worry she’d worn when I tried to leave earlier.I… didn't know what to think of her now. On one hand, she reminded me so badly of Pa Yiwa and that instantly put me at ease around her. But on the other hand, whenever I looked at her now, I couldn't help but remember the way she was flustere
Pakin’s P.O.VThe first thing I thought about when I stepped out of the palace and climbed back into my car was, “Now what do I tell Sean when I come back?”No doubt he’d be up by now, wondering where I went. Maybe he’d even leave as soon as he saw I was gone. What would Miriam tell him to make him stay?Ah, enough of that. I need to make up a believable excuse for my disappearance. I started the engine, deep in thought. Something about the sound of my car purring smoothly seemed to stroke the part of my brain that was a genius at being a liar.I remembered the bakery I used to frequent when I still lived here. I could swing by, grab a couple slices of my favorite cherry blossom pie and tell him that’s what I went out to get.Yeah, that could work.It had been a while since I went around this area, so I had to especially keep my eyes peeled for any sign of the bakery. Thank goodne
Pakin’s P.O.V“How did Sean take the news?”What. The. Hell?Did I hear him right? I stared at P’Dew, my mind completely blank, unable to process what I had just heard.His words echoed in my head, but they seemed foreign, as if I were hearing them through a dense fog. How did Sean take the news?He knows about Sean. He knows about me and Sean. What the fuck?The revelation hit me like a fucking speeding truck, and for a few long moments, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry, my tongue unmoving as if I were trying to untangle a knot that had no beginning or end.“What—what are you talking about?” I finally managed to ask, my voice hoarse, barely a whisper. The shock was so overwhelming that even the simple question felt like it took all my strength to ask.Dew’s smirk widened as he leaned back slightly in his chair, clear
Pakin’s P.O.VI had a love-hate relationship with how easily Sean got to me.With just a few filthy words and that crooked, dangerous grin, he had my body reacting like it had been starved of him for years. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to subtl
Pakin’s P.O.VIt’s always the quiet after a storm that feels the loudest.The house was silent, too silent, like it was holding its breath along with me. I sank into the velvet cushions of the living room couch, the scent of lilies drifting up from the c
Pakin’s P.O.VThe soft hum of Sean’s car died as we came to a stop outside the gates. Gravel crunched under the tires, and the air was uncomfortably still, like the world had paused for something I wasn’t quite ready to face. I should’ve known this
Pakin’s P.O.VThe air practically sizzled with excitement.And it wasn’t just anticipation—it was hunger. Hunger for the rush, the wind against my skin, the burn of adrenaline in my veins. I sat behind the wheel of my car, gloved fingers gripping the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on the man in the







