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To the human world, midnight is the end of a day—a boundary line where the city slows, the neon signs flicker against empty asphalt, and the world goes to sleep.
But on the fringes, where the shadows stretch a little longer and the air vibrates with an unnatural current, midnight is the grand opening. It is the hour when the Midnight Circuit wakes up.
The Midnight Circuit is not just an underground racing league; it is a lawless sanctuary carved out of the dark. Operating on secluded airfields, abandoned mountain passes, and hidden industrial docks across the globe, it is a high-stakes, multi-million-dollar empire where the supernatural community buys its freedom at two hundred miles per hour. Humans build cars to commute; nocturnals build them to survive the crushing weight of their own biology.
In this world, vehicles are not mere machines—they are violent, carbon-fiber beasts heavily engineered to withstand forces that would tear human muscles from bone.
And at the absolute center of this dangerous, glittering universe sits the Lunar Racing Team.
Lunar Racing Team is legendary, a team whispered about in every smoke-filled paddock from Seoul to Berlin. They don't run on standard logic; they run on a symbiotic paradox.
Behind the wheel is Byun Euijoo, a vampire turned a hundred twenty-two, who has spent a century looking exactly like a porcelain daydream. In a sport dominated by aggressive, territory-hungry predators, Euijoo is an anomaly. He is terrifyingly quiet. To him, the entire world moves in slow motion, a static and frozen canvas. He races because the brutal G-force and the terrifying precipice of a high-speed crash are the only things that simulate the illusion of life. He is a phantom behind the wheel, pushing his engine to the absolute redline, desperately chasing a phantom rush—a heartbeat he cannot possess.
But an engine pushed past its limit will always explode, unless someone is strong enough to hold it together.
That strength belongs to Nicholas. At twenty-two, he is the youngest Chief Race Engineer on the Circuit, a werewolf born with grease under his fingernails and a literal fire in his blood. While Euijoo is a creature of frost and silence, Nicholas is an absolute furnace, his body operating at a constant, radiating 40°C. Backed by a fiercely protective instinct and hyper-acute senses that allow him to tune an engine purely by the frequency of its vibration, Nicholas is the only engineer capable of managing Lunar Racing's brilliant, self-destructive prodigy.
They are a perfect balance of elements, recognizable to each other even in the pitch-black chaos of a crowded pit lane.
When Euijoo steps into the garage, the heavy, suffocating scent of exhaust and burning rubber is instantly cut by a breath of crisp mountain air—the cool, elegant notes of white tea and silver fir that cling to his skin like morning frost. And when Nicholas leans over the cockpit to secure Euijoo’s harness, the sterile, cold interior of the car is suddenly flooded with a thick, electric wave of wild bergamot and ozone—the scent of a summer thunderstorm trapped in a human chest.
Over the team radio, their connection is a lifeline. One drives into the dark, trying to break the universe; the other listens to the telemetry, pulling him back from the edge.
This is the story of a cold heart, a burning soul, and the high-speed friction that blurs the line between them. This is the moment the green light flashes.