The Yas Marina Circuit witnessed our finale. Lando’s eyes held forgiveness; Charles’s, acceptance. As the engines roared, I grappled with my heart’s telemetry. The championship trophy gleamed like a distant star, but love had its own podium.
The desert night swallowed our engines’ symphony. Lando and Charles stood on opposite sides of the grid, their helmets reflecting moonlight. The track was our coliseum, and I—the gladiator torn between loyalty and longing.
The lights blinked, and my pulse synchronized. Three, two, one—the race began. Lando surged ahead, his car an arrow slicing through the night. Charles clung to my tail, his presence a gravitational pull. Lap after lap, I danced with destiny, my tires kissing the asphalt.
Charles’s voice crackled over the radio. “Y/N,” he said, “love isn’t a pit stop; it’s the entire race.” His words echoed in the helmet, merging with the engine’s roar. I glimpsed Lando’s car in the chicane—vulnerable, exposed. My heart swerved; I overtook him, chasing the moon.
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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...
