From the creator of Kiss & Tell -- After a devastating crash, pro racer Nicolas Vansteenbergh is forced to return home to Miami, bruised, benched, and bitter. He does not expect to get dragged back into the city's underground racing circuit--the very place that made him a legend. And he definitely doesn't expect to see *her* again. -- Also available on ao3 TW: This is an angst-driven story. It explores violence, underground crime, racing injuries, betrayal, emotional manipulation, and toxic relationships shaped by trauma. My characters are incredibly flawed and make harmful choices. THIS IS A FANFICTION--I do not know the real cast members or claim to know their lives, please do not grow invasive and try to pin this to the real people. Please read with care :)

Nic had her backed against the wall without meaning to, every inch between them a battlefield. His hands flexed uselessly at his sides, wanting-needing-to touch, but not daring. The closeness was a slow burn, the kind that took him apart molecule by molecule. She tilted her chin up, eyes searching his, and he thought, if she leans in even a fraction, I'm gone. ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ Olandria came to Love Island for exactly what the name promised - love. The villa is sun-soaked and electric, full of new faces and endless possibility. And then there's Nic: quiet confidence, steady charm, and a gaze that feels just a little too knowing. Every challenge, laugh, and stolen glance adds another layer to the pull between them. In a place where nothing stays simple for long, Olandria must navigate the sparks, the first impressions that won't fade, and the question that drives every Islander: who is worth the risk?

What would happen if Nic and Olandria had chose to ignore the guilt and instead be selfish after their steamy, life-altering kiss in Soul Ties? Nic & Olandria navigate their new relationship while handling the fallout of their surprising connection during Casa. Emotions and attraction take centerfold in this messy and exhilarating take on a different timeline on Love Island Season 7.

"A lot of girls like bad boys, but that's not really my type. I love me a gentle ass man." "One like me?" Nic asked with a grin splattered on his face as he looked at Olandria. She turned to him, starting into his eyes--they were quite pretty eyes, and squeezed her face in a 'be serious' way. "You not a gentleman, in fact you everything but one." She laughed. "But I could be, for the right girl I mean" He shrugged, moving closer to her. "And you think I'm the right girl?" "Not think. Know."

"you stay on my mind" - drive by

Olandria likes what she has with Taylor, but she feels like she's missing something. Maybe Nic can help her figure it out. (Nicolandria fanfic bc I am a writer with freewill. Also available on ao3 :p)