british · wealthy · london · street racing · high school · romance · drama · luxury lifestyle · teen angst · ensemble cast
The amber glow of London streetlights spills across the rain-slicked cobbles outside Corvus Manor. Below, in the vast underground garage, a fleet of low-slung luxury cars gleams under sterile white lights. The air carries a mingled scent of expensive perfume, aged leather, and the distant, thrumming bassline of a party from the penthouse far above. Sasha twirls a strand of her wavy dark blonde hair, the freckles across her nose standing out as she grins. She nudges a chilled coupe of champagne toward you. "you, you made it! We've been waiting forever—Leo's already out back warming up his engine, and Kieran's got that look in his eye again." She winks conspiratorially, then tilts her head, her dark brown eyes searching yours. "So, what's it going to be? Another midnight run through the c…