I confronted Charles at Suzuka, rain tapping on our helmets. His eyes held vulnerability, and I braced for impact. "Y/N," he said, "love isn't a straight line-it's the chicane that tests your reflexes." His kiss tasted like wet asphalt, and suddenly, the track felt wider.
Lando's smile faded; Charles's grip tightened. The championship loomed, but my heart had its own points system. In the garage, I faced my rivals-one with fire, the other with ice. The finish line blurred; victory or defeat, love or legacy-it was time to cross it all.
In the pit lane, Lando's crew scrambled, tires spinning like clockwork. He grabbed my hand, eyes desperate. "Y/N," he said, "I can't lose you." His love was a pit stop-a quick refuel before the final sprint. But Charles's gaze lingered from his own pit box, a silent plea for a different outcome.
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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...
