The racing world is an autodrome of secrets. Engines roar, tires screech, but beneath the noise lies a silence—a void where emotions spin like unsynchronized gears. I sit in my motorhome, helmet on the table, and replay the Monaco collision—the moment my heart veered off course.
My helmet whispers truths. Its visor reflects Lando’s smile, Charles’s brooding gaze. When I wear it, I’m not just Y/N, the driver; I’m Y/N, the woman torn between asphalt and affection. The helmet knows my doubts, my desires. It’s my confidant—the silent witness to my love story.
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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...
