Charles Leclerc—the brooding artist of speed—watches Y/N’s victory lap from the sidelines. The champagne fizzes, the crowd cheers, but his heart is a tire losing traction. He’s no stranger to racing’s twists, but love? Love is a hairpin bend he didn’t anticipate.
The podium ceremony—the top step belongs to Charles, but his heart is a distant second. Y/N stands beside him, her smile a bittersweet victory. Lando, gracious, raises his glass. Charles clings to the trophy, its weight a reminder of what he lost. The cameras flash, capturing his silent defeat.
In the Ferrari garage, wrenches hang like forgotten dreams. Charles leans against his car—the scarlet beast that carried him through seasons. Y/N’s helmet rests on the workbench, visor down. He traces its edges—the curves that once mirrored hers. Love, he realizes, is a pit stop that left him stranded.
Charles escapes the paddock, the engine’s hum his only companion. The roads wind, memories blur. He imagines Y/N beside him—her laughter, her scent. But it’s Lando who haunts the rearview mirror, a neon streak in the darkness. Regret? No, not regret. Just the ache of what could have been.
His phone buzzes—Y/N’s name on the screen. Charles types, deletes, types again. “Congratulations,” he settles for. The message hangs in the digital void—a bridge he can’t cross. Lando’s texts arrive too—photos of sunsets, inside jokes. Charles swipes them away, but their echoes linger.
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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...
