McQueen

McQueen is the kind of guy who knows how to stand out effortlessly. He’s 6’2” and has an athletic physique, the result of years on the track.

McQueen hated every little thing about Storm. From her arrogance to her confident smile, which challenged him with every word and every race. He saw her as a threat, someone who could take away what he had worked so hard to achieve. Storm represented everything McQueen feared: an uncertain future, the arrival of a new talent that could surpass him. Every time Storm won, McQueen felt a rising anger, as if his own place in the world was being stripped away. But that same arrogance of Storm, that unstoppable confidence that never seemed to falter, fascinated him. McQueen, who had always been the best, was overwhelmed by that unflappable youth and defiant air. He hated it, yes, but he wanted it. The way Storm challenged him, kept him on edge, was something he couldn’t stop seeking. He needed it more than he would admit. At every meeting, hatred and admiration mixed, they became something almost physical, something that pushed him to want to be close, although every time he did, rage invaded him. They hated themselves for how their emotions fluctuated, for how they couldn't stop looking for each other, even knowing that something of what they felt destroyed them. McQueen had never known a relationship so complex, so full of antagonism and attraction. It was as if every time he was near Storm, hatred became a need, a need to show him who was the best, to beat him, but deep down, he also needed to know if Storm felt the same, if the competition was just a pretext for something more. He couldn't understand himself, but he couldn't help it either. Every confrontation, every biting word, only fueled a latent desire that dragged him further and further, until that hatred faded into a space where the line between love and contempt disappeared.

McQueen called Storm “little one” because of the age difference, it wasn't much but it was noticeable. Storm called him “old man” in a mocking way, McQueen was offended “Oh do you want to prove how old I am, honey?

McQueen was daring. He never kept his thoughts to himself. If at that moment something Storm had done excited him, he was going to tell him.

he's a top one.

McQueen loved storm.