One night. No names. No promises. Inès Leclerc wanted to forget who she was for one night. So when a charming stranger with warm eyes and a wicked smile found her on a New York rooftop, she let herself fall-into his arms, into his bed, and into something far more dangerous than desire. They didn't exchange names. They weren't supposed to see each other again. But nine months later, Inès is holding a baby with eyes just like his... and Lewis Hamilton is walking into her family's home as her brother's new Ferrari teammate. She's Charles Leclerc's sister. He's Formula 1 royalty. And what happened between them? It wasn't supposed to follow them home. Now, secrets are surfacing. Loyalties are tested. And Inès must decide if she can protect her heart-and her child-from the one man who never meant to stay.

She's the world's most talked-about model. He's Formula 1's golden boy. Nobody knows they've been in love for two years. Lily James is chaos in lingerie: a 21-year-old fashion icon with a past full of scandal, a bedroom full of Polaroids, and a private life no one can crack. To the public, she's wild, untouchable, maybe still seeing Jude Bellingham. To the grid, she's just another model they all fantasise about. What they don't know is... she lives in Monaco. In a penthouse. With Lando Norris. Nobody on the grid knows. Not Max. Not Charles. Not even Lewis- until now. What starts with a post-race conversation spirals into a slow-burn reveal of secret albums, chaotic group chats, iconic friendships, and a love so intimate it borders on scandal. It starts with Paris Fashion Week. And Lily James? She's not a secret for long.

He races for Red Bull. She designs his wings. But falling for each other? That wasn't on the grid. As the top aerodynamicist on the grid, her only focus is downforce, drag, and shaving milliseconds off the lap time to build a championship-winning car. Falling for Red Bull's star driver was never part of the blueprint. Max Verstappen lives his life strictly by the data and the race regulations. But love doesn't follow a racing line, and the closer they work together, the harder to it becomes to keep their boundaries intact. Between late-night garage sessions and the intense pressure of the paddock, a quiet connection begins to build. Quick author note; Hey, so first time writing a fic, no idea what I'm doing. But I promise it gets better in the later chaps, haha! Feel free to write any sort of criticism or advice to make my writing better :) This is slow-burn with fluff and no smut. I'd also appreciate ideas for new fanfics.