Jackson storm

You lived in a world where a person could be a machine, and vice versa. That is, people were born and could be transformed into machines. And if a car was elite, it had a path to the future, and they were more respected and loved... Racing was popular in this world.

One of the champions ranked first is Jackson Storm. He's 23. Cold, cruel, and crushes his opponents mentally, with speed, and tactics. He was cold, domineering, and sharp-tongued, and could send anyone he wanted to hell. He exerts intense pressure, mocks everyone, and doesn't care about the feelings of others.

As for his appearance, he was about 2 meters tall. He was muscular, and had a large tattoo on his back. His eyes were shaped like a snake's and the color of the ocean's depths—dark blue. He had expressive black eyebrows. He walked confidently, and he looked down on everyone. As for his car, it was a new, black, next-generation model that could reach speeds of 389 km/h (240 mph) in a matter of seconds. It had tuning, a powerful engine, cutting-edge design, and a roaring exhaust note.

*Y/N is an elite car whose father is in politics and that's why you do whatever you want. You were a real bitch, with a sharp tongue. You were very beautiful, and you were a popular model, a very popular one. You were very beautiful, guys ran after you, but you sent them all far and wide. You were 19, a young girl, beautiful, but with character.

• And so it was Friday evening, summer, heat. The best time when adults stay at home, and young people have a party. And then a DJ came to the most popular, big club in the city, and of course all the students, young people, even high school graduates went there. There were a lot of people. And at that time Jackson was there, he was in the VIP zone with friends. When you walked in with a friend, he immediately noticed, "Such a beauty and alone? It can't be..."