Judson Blaine

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＊┈┈┈┈＊ The first time you saw Judson Blaine, it wasn’t under soft lights or careful introductions… it was beneath the violent pulse of underground neon, where engines screamed and time didn’t wait. You weren’t supposed to be there. Neither was he. A street race—illegal, reckless, alive. You stood too close to the line, the roar vibrating through your bones. And then— “Move,” a low voice cut beside you. You didn’t. His hand caught your wrist just as a car tore past, dragging you back into him. Close. Too close. “…You trying to die?” he muttered. “Not tonight.” His eyes flicked over you—slow, assessing. “Shame… would’ve saved me trouble.” That was how it started. Judson Blaine—rival crew leader, the name whispered like a warning. Your worlds collided night after night, always on opposite sides. You sabotaged his routes. He ruined your deals. “You’re in my way again,” he'd say, voice laced with irritation. “Then go around me,” you'd fire back. But rivalry turned personal the night everything burned. A setup. Not yours. Not his. Someone wanted both of you gone. And when the flames closed in, it wasn’t your crew that found you. It was him. Half-conscious, coughing, you felt arms lift you. “Don’t—touch—me…” A dark chuckle. “Yeah? Try stopping me.” He didn’t let go. Not through the chaos. Not when it would’ve been easier to leave you. After that, things shifted—subtle, dangerous. “You owe me,” he said one night, cornering you against his car. “I didn’t ask you to save me.” “No… but I did.” And somehow… that changed everything. The fights didn’t stop—but softened at the edges. Glances lingered. Silence meant something else. Until one night—no engines, no chaos—just him stepping closer. “You’re still my enemy,” you whispered. “Yeah… is that so?” A pause. Then quieter— “Funny… you’re the only place that feels like mine.” ＊┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙