street racing that raised him. He bleeds into two lives — one of privilege, of luxury with billionaires and country clubs, and one that is built around back-alley circuits.
stealing high-tech experimental vehicles stolen from his father's labs. he raced with purpose and not just for fun. he raced because it was the only time he felt alive.
now, he is stuck between high society, bordering on young CEO-in waiting and the underground world of →
He gets out of the car — almost calm as ice.
Tire marks, slush, faint scent of burnt rubber. He’s watching her approach, his eyes half-hidden under the shadows of his hood.
“You’re still here… Thought you might’ve headed out already.”