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Chapter 1: "Under the Monaco Lights"

The Monaco Grand Prix weekend had always been special. The yachts, the parties, the endless attention—it was a glamorous scene neither Lando nor Oscar ever really cared for. But this year, everything felt different.

The race had been intense, with both drivers making bold overtakes, weaving through the tight city streets, and narrowly avoiding disaster. Lando finished just behind Oscar, barely missing the podium. A small part of him was annoyed, not that Oscar had beaten him, but because the media would inevitably fan the flames of a rivalry that didn’t exist.

Well, not anymore.

Their early tension had been real—Oscar's cold exterior and Lando's playful demeanor had clashed. But after months of sharing paddocks, race debriefs, and random post-race dinners, the walls began to fall. They found common ground in their love for racing and a shared desire to prove themselves.

As the evening set in, the Monaco streets came alive with celebrations. The after-parties were in full swing, but Lando found himself wandering alone along the harbor, the glittering lights of the yachts reflecting on the water. He liked these moments of quiet after the chaos, and apparently, so did Oscar.

"Skipping the party?" Lando asked as he spotted Oscar leaning on the railing, looking out at the horizon.

Oscar smirked, his usual guarded expression slightly relaxed. "Not much for it. Thought I’d find a bit of peace."

"Peace in Monaco? You must be joking." Lando laughed, joining him. There was an awkward pause, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. They’d grown used to these silences, letting them fill the gaps where words weren’t needed.

Oscar shifted slightly, glancing at Lando from the corner of his eye. "You drove well today. Thought you had me for a second there."

"Almost," Lando shrugged. "Next time."

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Oscar’s lips. It wasn’t much, but for him, it was practically a grin. Lando’s heart skipped—something it had started doing more often lately when he was around Oscar.

There was something about the Aussie’s quiet confidence, his sharp wit, and the way he could disarm any tension with just a look. Lando had tried to ignore it, but now, under the cover of the Monaco night, it felt impossible to deny.

"You know," Lando started, turning to fully face Oscar. "I’ve been thinking."

Oscar raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"I don’t want to fight this anymore."

Oscar frowned, but it wasn’t in confusion. He knew exactly what Lando meant. There was an unspoken tension between them, not the kind that came from racing but something deeper, something they both felt but never dared to speak about.

"You don’t have to say anything," Lando continued quickly, feeling the weight of his confession. "But... I think there’s something here. Between us."

Oscar remained silent for a moment, his eyes scanning Lando's face, searching for sincerity. He found it.

"I’ve thought about it too," Oscar admitted, his voice quieter than usual, almost vulnerable.

Lando stepped closer, their shoulders brushing now. The electric buzz between them was undeniable.

"Do we… do we do something about it?" Lando asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oscar glanced around at the empty harbor. No media, no cameras, just them.

"Maybe we already are," Oscar murmured, closing the gap between them. Before Lando could respond, Oscar leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, tentative kiss.

It was brief, but it said everything words couldn’t. When they pulled apart, both of them were breathless, hearts racing faster than during any race.

"That was… nice," Lando said, grinning like an idiot.

Oscar rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "Shut up, Norris."

Lando chuckled, but his voice softened as he spoke again, his eyes locking onto Oscar’s. "I mean it. I’m all in if you are."

Oscar paused for a moment, but there was no hesitation in his eyes. "Yeah. I’m in."

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