Breakin' down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kinda rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you - The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift *** Blair Naomi Laurent, the French girl who grew up half-wild on the Australian coast, all lipstick smudges, midnight swims, and a talent for self-destruction. Oscar Piastri, the boy next door who drove too fast, kissed too hard, and always left her begging for more. They burned through their teenage years in backseats and beach houses, in parties that blurred into dawn. He was the quiet storm, she was the chaos and together they were dangerous. Until she left. Until he let her. Now Blair's back, glittering under flashing lights, running from everything real. And Oscar? He's no longer the boy she used to sneak out for he's colder, sharper, hungrier. But one look, one touch, and it's clear: the heat never died.

Our secret moments in a crowded room They got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo - Dress by Taylor Swift ----- When Lydia Joanne Rivers moved into her sleek new apartment in Monaco, the last thing she expected was to end up in a screaming match with her next-door neighbor-who also happens to be Max Verstappen, Formula 1's most ruthless driver and international sex symbol. He's cold, clipped, and infuriatingly smug. She's fire and fury in red lipstick, a rising star stylist for Chanel who doesn't back down. Their first encounter ends in slammed doors and shouted obscenities. Their second? Even worse. But the tension between them simmers beneath every stare, every insult, every accidental brush of skin in the elevator. And when tempers flare, so does the heat-intense, electric, and impossible to ignore. He's too old for her. She's too complicated for him. They can't stand each other- and they can't stop thinking about each other. In a city built on secrets and speed, the line between hate and desire blurs fast. And one wrong move might just leave them both breathless. Enemies, neighbors, lovers... eventually. Max Verstappen x FemOc racing driver x stylist

He races for Red Bull. She designs his wings. Falling for each other? That wasn't on the grid. She's the aerodynamicist every team wants. He's the driver no one can catch. What starts as flirty banter in the garage turns into late nights, stolen glances, and a tension that no diffuser can fix. Love doesn't follow regulations. And neither does Max Verstappen. Quick author note; Heyy, so first time writing a fic, no idea what I'm doing. But I promise it gets better in the later chaps. First few are definitely a bit boring cus it all slowly builds up. This is slow-burn with fluff, and no smut.

- On Hold - 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 - 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧-𝐎𝐟𝐟 Morning, his place Burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt He keeps his word And for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough - You Are In Love by Taylor Swift *** Zoe Reynolds has sworn off falling for drivers. She's been the best friend, the loud protector, the one who always sees through the charm. And yet - Lando Norris. Infuriating. Charming. Off-limits. And the one person who makes her laugh when she wants to scream. After one too many stolen glances, late-night Mario Kart battles, and almost-kisses, the tension between them finally snaps. But nothing's ever simple when feelings are involved - especially when it's your best friend's best friend. He's chaos. She's guarded. And neither of them meant to fall.