Lando cornered me in the garage, his helmet tucked under his arm. “Y/N,” he said, voice raw, “I’ve loved you since that first race.” His words mirrored Charles’s, but there was a vulnerability in Lando’s eyes—a vulnerability that matched my own. And in that dimly lit space, I made my choice.
The rain returned, a gentle drizzle that painted the asphalt silver. Lando’s lips met mine, and it was like tasting victory—a blend of adrenaline and longing. The garage walls held our secret, the wrenches and tire irons witnesses to a love that defied pit stops and podiums.
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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...
