Zenith

Seyan stared at her brown eyes in the reflection before her. She had to admit that the owner of the body was a beauty. A couple of minutes later, Seyan held the duster and quickly cleaned up her living yard. It was quite small with two decent-sized bedrooms and a living room.

Though here, her older siblings had larger yards than hers. Since she was agile, she finished the cleaning very quickly though very tired. Seyan exhaustedly showered and went to sleep after making sure her little sister is properly tucked in bed. How could she not care for her?

Meanwhile, in a large study room, a handsome man sat behind a large desk, and a couple of books were neatly arranged at the end of the table. He had his hands placed beneath his chin as he contemplated something. His long eyelashes batted occasionally while his crimson-red eyes shone under the dim light from his table lamp.

"Tap! Tap!" came a soft knock on the door interrupting his thoughts. He straightened up and nonchalantly replied, "Come in."

He heard a soft click on the door as it was pushed open. A dark-haired tall man with similar features to those of the man behind the desk entered. The man sat on the chair opposite him.

"What are you doing here, father?" Implored the first man.

"Oh, come on Zen, can't I just come to sit here and have a nice talk with my son?" cajoled the man. From afar, one would think they were siblings but on a closer look, there was a great difference. Zenith's father was more delightful compared to his cold son.

Glancing at his ever-flirty father, Zenith asserted, "You never come to me without reasons or circumstances. So, state your business."

"Haiz, ok, ok. I'll say it, she's here and she's refused to leave without seeing you," his father announced.

Zenith retrieved a random book from the pile that was beside him and flipped it, pretending to be busy. He didn't even lift his gaze while talking to his father. On the other hand, his father was already used to his son's cold attitude as he knew there was no one to blame but himself.

"Yona is a good girl. She's virtuous and has manners, don't you think your status matches?" Pursued his father.

"She even brought you favourite-"

"Enough is enough. I already said I don't want to see her. You remember what you promised so keep your promise," interrupted Zenith who quickly stood up and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Zenith's father sighed helplessly as he witnessed his son's actions. Zenith was never on good terms with his father since his childhood. Before Zenith was born, his parents married each other just for political reasons as arranged by their parents.

However, the two agreed that when the time reached they'll separate. But accidentally Zenith's mother conceived and didn't tell Zenith's father about it. However, when he learns of Zenith's existence, his parents forced him to go for him. Ever since Zenith was separated from his mother and was forbidden to see her, he turned a cold eye to the world. He hid his past pain very well and decided not to show it.

Zenith headed for the parking yard and entered his car. He swiftly ignited it and dashed for the bustling city to cool his mind. Zenith was a car racer, however, he did it anonymously and none has ever seen his face while racing. Zenith parked outside a large building with the name 'Club Kembice' carved on it in gold.

Zenith opened the compartment on the passenger seat dashboard and retrieved a black mask and wore it. Dressed in his casual pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt, he looked normal, however, his hypnotic red eyes spoke otherwise.

It was already past midnight as he glanced at his grand Rolex black watch, he walked through the club doors and past the populated floor of drunken couples and then stopped at the large bar counter. A smartly dressed bartender with his brown hair tied up in a ponytail stood behind it mixing a couple of drinks when a golden card fell in his sight.

He lifted his eyes to stare at the owner only to come face to face with a pair of red eyes. However, he wasn't bothered by those eyes as he simply took the card and gave him a car key in exchange. Zenith took the car key he was given and headed towards a back door a bit secluded from the bar counter.

On the other side of the door was a large lounge which was quieter. Zenith preferred silence apart from the sound of the racing cars. He didn't rest there as he came for only one thing, racing. He approached the lift corridor and entered the lift. He pressed the B button indicating the basement where VIP racing cars were parked. As usual, the place was filled with spectators and all those had to be VIPs to maintain status.

Zenith went by the alias Dark racer which was known by everyone. He went to the changing room and changed into his navy blue racing suit not forgetting his mask. He entered the car marked 'No:5' in black. He headed for the starting where he found other racers ready. The noise from the background originating from the spectators increased because of his arrival. Everyone knew he drove the car marked 'No:5' and him being the best racer, he was admired by many.

"Get ready everyone, buckle up your seat belts as the race will soon begin in 3! 2! 1 go!" proclaimed the referee.

~Vrooom!~

The sound of the car engines as the racers left the starting line with a supersonic speed. Coloured smoke filled the atmosphere due to the NOS employed in the racing cars.

At the same time, a mysterious man sat in a private lounge on the topmost VIP floor witnessing the scene below through a large glass window. A beauty sat on his lap as he smiled devilishly. He caressed the woman in his arms while the woman played with his dyed thick brown hair.

His desire-filled red eyes glowed as he silently smirked, "So it's Zenith right? Or should I call you Dark racer?"

The way he murmured the name Zenith looked eerily and a vengeful glint flicked in his eyes. However, he didn't stop what he was doing. He sniffed the woman's neck, lightly licked it and then gently sank his fangs into her skin earning himself a light gasp from her. Blood gushed down his throat which he slowly sucked, quenching his desires.