The engine of my red Lamborghini Aventador growled as I pulled into my usual spot, right next to Jay’s sleek black McLaren. Jake leaned against Sunghoon’s silver Porsche, smirking as I stepped out, cigarette hanging loosely between my lips. Sunoo and Jungwon were deep in conversation—probably about another class project—while Riki scrolled through his phone, barely glancing up. We weren’t just students here—we ran this place. Fast cars, wild parties, and a reputation that made professors sigh and girls whisper.

“Another late night?” Jay asked, tossing me a water bottle.

“Like always,” I muttered, wiping the lipstick stain off my shirt.

“You should start charging rent for your bed,” Sunghoon teased, smirking.

I just chuckled, flicking my cigarette away. Last night was the usual: music so loud it rattled your bones, shots burning down my throat, and another girl whose name I wouldn’t remember in the morning. But no matter how wild we got, we never let it show in class. We aced every exam, every project. It pissed people off.

By tonight, we’d be back at it—another party, another race, another reminder that we were untouchable.