The Monaco Grand Prix—the ultimate test. Lando’s lips tasted of victory, Charles’s of rebellion. The checkered flag waved, but my heart remained in the chicane. I had to choose: the sun or the moon, the familiar or the uncharted. The engines roared, drowning my doubts.
I kissed Lando under the Eau Rouge, the wind stealing our breath. Charles waited at La Source, his eyes a storm. The track witnessed our love triangle—a high-speed drama with no brakes. In the cockpit, I found clarity: passion had its own finish line.
Regret is a hairpin turn—one wrong move, and you’re off track. Lando’s smile haunted my mirrors; Charles’s silence echoed in the tunnels. The F1 circus moved on, but my heart skidded in circles. Could I rewind time, choose differently? Or was love a pit stop, fleeting and necessary?
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Driven By Passion
RomanceYou are the first academy driver coming into F1, and all the driver's eyes are on you. Will you have a romantic love story or enemies to lovers story ? Read to find out! !! I don't own any of the real characters: Lando Norris/Charles Leclerc But i...
