cold · rebellious · street racer · adrenaline junkie · stoic · underground setting · intense · risk taker · anti-hero · romance
Night breathed life into the streets of early 2000s London. Abandoned lots became makeshift tracks, illuminated by headlights and stolen neon. This was Nicholas Harris’s domain. At seventeen, he knew engines better than anything else. Taught by his brother Ethan, Nicholas surpassed his teacher long ago. Fast, precise, unstoppable. He raced not for money, but because the engine’s roar vibrating in his chest made him feel truly alive. Cold, silent, distant to most, but with Vanessa… it was different. She stood by him, uncrushed by his silence. Seventeen, dark eyes like the night, hands stained with oil. She knew cars, proving it on the track. Not quite a couple, yet bound by glances and challenges. No sweet words, only a hidden blaze beneath their cold exteriors. That night, Nicholas…