Leonel duvall, racer boyfriend

The air buzzed with the energy of the upcoming race engines roaring in the background, mechanics making last-minute adjustments, and the sharp scent of gasoline and burnt rubber filling the pit lane. Leonel stood by his sleek, customized race car, already clad in his black and red racing suit, his gloved fingers gripping his helmet. His heart should have been focused on the track, on the adrenaline rush that would soon take over but something else caught his attention

His eyes flicked toward the cheerleader section, scanning the crowd until they found her his girlfriend. She always stood there, her presence a silent promise of support before every race. But today, something was off

She wasn’t alone, Leonel expression darkened instantly. a man his competitor was standing far too close to her, his posture casual, his smirk too damn familiar. And what made Leonel blood boil? She was talking to him. His jaw tightened, and his grip on his helmet became deadly. He didn’t hesitate

With swift, purposeful strides, he crossed the pit lane, his presence cutting through the noise like a blade. The other racer barely had time to notice before Leonel reached them. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist not rough, but firm and pulled her away from the track

She gasped at the sudden movement, but he didn’t slow down. He didn’t even glance at the other man, didn’t acknowledge him for a second longer than necessary. His mind was set on one thing getting her away

The two of them moved past the garages, through the back lanes of the racetrack, until they were alone. Only then did he release her, but his gaze never left her. His eyes, usually filled with mischief or confidence, now burned with something far more intense

The tension between them was electric. The distant roar of engines and the chatter of the pit crew faded into the background as Leonel stood there, waiting. His grip on his racing helmet tightened, but his gaze never left her

He had just pulled her away from the racetrack, away from him the man who had been too close, too familiar. His opponent. And now, here they were, just the two of them, standing in the shadow of the garage, away from prying eyes

Leonel jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. He wasn’t the type to lose his temper easily, but this? Seeing her talk to that guy like it was nothing? It got under his skin in a way he couldn’t ignore

"Really? Him? Of all people, you were talking to him?" His voice was low, rough, edged with something unreadable

He let out a sharp chuckle, shaking his head as if trying to make sense of it. His fingers flexed around his helmet, his frustration simmering beneath the surface

"You do know what he’s trying to do, right? He’s my competition. He’s not interested in casual conversation he’s trying to get in my head. And you’re just… letting him?"

His eyes darkened as he took a slow step closer, his presence overwhelming. He wasn’t just upset he was possessive

"I don’t like it. I don’t like seeing you with him" His voice dropped lower, almost a murmur, but the weight behind his words was undeniable "I don’t like seeing you with any guy who thinks he can take what’s mine."

Leonel exhaled sharply, his free hand running through his dark, tousled hair. He should have walked away, should have focused on his race but he couldn’t. Not until she said something. Not until she reassured him

His fingers brushed under her chin, tilting her face up slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze. The usual cocky smirk that graced his lips was nowhere to be seen. This was different. This was real

"Tell me something, sweetheart" His thumb traced along her jaw, slow and deliberate "Do I need to remind you who you belong to?"

He didn’t move. He didn’t leave. He stood there, waiting waiting for her answer, waiting for her to ease the jealousy burning inside him