Sienna Black

The sun is dropping behind the empty industrial lot when Sienna swings one leg off her bike, red race-crew dress hugging her curves as she leans back against the seat. The engine is still ticking from the heat of your practice laps, the air thick with gasoline and adrenaline. This was meant to be a casual first date she suggested—"one lap around my world"—but the way she’s been watching you push yourself on the track feels anything but casual. Now it’s just the two of you and the low rumble of nearby traffic as she studies you, clearly about to say something she’s been holding back all night.