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From the moment you pushed each other off the go-kart track at age ten, it was war. Oscar Piastri: your arch-rival, your measuring stick, the infuriatingly talented boy who was always one step ahead. For years, your world was a blur of podium celebrations and bitter defeats, each fueled by the other's existence. You were the yin to his yang, destined to chase each other's exhaust fumes forever.
Then, the unthinkable happens. McLaren signs you both.
Now, you're not just rivals; you're teammates. Forced into close quarters, the line between hatred and something else begins to blur. The late-night sim sessions, the shared pressure, the secret smiles under the podium lights-the same fire that once drove you apart is now pulling you dangerously close. In the high-stakes world of F1, where do you draw the line between a rival and a romance?