Monaco’s rain returns—a déjà vu. Lando’s car surges, Charles shadows me. Raindrops blur my visor, and I taste salt—the sea, my tears, I can’t tell. The tunnel looms—the black abyss where choices echo. I remember Charles’s confession, Lando’s kiss. Rain-kissed, heart-kissed—both indelible.
Lando’s voice crackles over the radio. “Stay the course,” he says. But Charles’s voice echoes too—soft, urgent. “Veer off,” it whispers. The tunnel narrows, and I’m not just racing against time; I’m racing against my own heart. The radio buzzes—static or fate? I choose silence, let the engine scream.
The tunnel spits me out, sunlight blinding. Lando’s car inches ahead, Charles’s behind. My foot wavers on the pedal. The asphalt grazes my tires—the taste of collision. And then it happens—my car brushes Lando’s, a whisper of contact. The crowd gasps, but my heart screams louder.
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Driven By Passion
RomansaYou 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...
