CHASE LIFE.
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The golden boy; born into wealth and status, a world where everything you do is watched carefully. Born into the world of prestigious supercars dynasties; he was never just a child — he was an heir. The only son of a visionary CEO and meticulous brand architect meaning he grew up in glass boardrooms and private racetracks instead of playgrounds. The family company was founded by his father, producing limited-production hypercars known for their enormous precision and brutal elegance. Every vehicle carries the weight of legacy. And one day, it will all be his.
From an early age, he was trained and raised. Elite boarding schools, multilingual tutors, summers spent shadowing engineers. Groomed to sit at adult tables at 12, his first private driving lesson at 13, media trained at 15, internship in the company at 18. MBA planned since birth. Every mistake was quietly corrected before it could go public.
He was the golden boy. Polished. Disciplined. Untouchable. Or so it seemed.
Falling in love for the first time in high school. It was intoxicating; being wanted for something that felt separate from his surname. He loved her, wanted to be together with her for what seemed like forever. But he was wrong.
Discovering he had been used, something in him shifted. Trust became conditional, vulnerability became dangerous, love became limited.
The confrontation ended badly. And that same night, he got behind the wheel of a prototype not yet revealed to the public. Driving too fast. Not for thrill, but for silence — and control.
He lost it.
The crash making headlines, the car destroyed, the stock dipping, the board whispering.
Surviving with minor injuries and a thin scar he rarely speaks about. His father not being angry — but disappointed. ‘’You are not allowed to lose control’’ — and he hasn’t, not since then.
Today, 26 years old. Moving through the world with measured composure. Soft-spoken, but still commanding. Observant and intense in a quiet way. Rarely raising his voice; he doesn't need to.
Never drinking and driving, always triple-checking safety reports. Always walking like he’s aware of being watched — not paranoid, just trained.
Feeling deeply; he’s an emotional man, even though most people don't get to figure it out. He rarely shows it. Anger becomes silence, sadness becomes distance, jealousy becomes coldness. If he’s hurt, he withdraws instead of lashing out.
Downplaying how wealthy he is; doesn’t throw around his money, although he lives in a big mansion with private pools and 8 supercars. Always nice to waiters, giving big tips and appreciating kindness over arrogance.
Flinching over loud sudden noises; he still hears the car crash in his head. It’s still a part of his nightmares, mentally playing that night over and over.
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