𐙚 dirty little secret, can't we keep it in the dark? don't you look at me like that, it's just too real. 𐙚 feels so good when I don't know the way you feel. I don't have to be the one. 𐙚 We don't have to be in love. Let's keep it discreet, sneaking out the back door. ༉‧₊˚. DIRTY LITTLE SECRET .˚₊‧༉ © 2024-202? Oscar Piastri × Romy Reed social media included ⊹₊ ⟡ ⊹₊ ⟡

♬ 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠-𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚? 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤? 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 Max Verstappen x FemOC @ 2025

Dating the driver my brother is trying to beat. That was definitely not in Dr. Sophie Russell's career plan. She likes her life organized, private, and separate from George's chaotic world. But Oscar Piastri has a way of disrupting even the best laid plans. Then she walks into his balcony in Monaco and meets Oscar Piastri. He's calm where George is manic. He's steady where the sport is chaotic. And he is completely off-limits. "Technically, this is fraternizing with the enemy," Sophie pointed out, crossing her arms. Oscar didn't look up from his phone, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "It's actually a great strategy," Oscar countered calmly. He finally looked up, his gaze steady and calm. "Now George can't crash into me without upsetting his sister." [Oscar Piastri x OC] Start Publishing: 25 December 2025 Finished: 18 January 2026

At the start of the 2026 Formula 1 season, reigning World Champion Max Verstappen has one goal: domination. With Red Bull gunning for perfection and legacy cementation on the line, there's no room for distractions. Then Gianpiero Lambiase - Max's long-time race engineer and the only person he's ever trusted behind a headset - goes on paternity leave. Red Bull scrambles. Their solution? Poach Sasha Langley from Mercedes. Once groomed to be Bono's successor, Sasha is brilliant, calculating, and cold as carbon fiber. She's also the last person Max wants in his garage. He makes that clear. But Formula 1 doesn't care about feelings. Just results. And Sasha? She delivers. Thrown together under the blistering lights of the paddock, they clash - publicly, professionally, intimately. But hate has always been a close cousin of something far more dangerous. In a world where fractions define legacies and trust is earned in milliseconds, what begins as a war of wills may just become the one thing neither of them planned for: Something real.

Some wounds don't bleed. They burn. Camille Vitale was raised to win - at any cost. Silence was survival, and pain was just another lap to finish. By the time she met Max Verstappen on a dusty karting track, she already knew how to keep secrets. So did he. Years later, the world knows his name. And Camille? She's the one pulling the strings behind the camera flashes -polished and untouchable. But history doesn't stay buried forever. Not when it's hiding behind headlines and hollow smiles. As past and present collide at 300 kilometers an hour, Camille is forced to confront the one thing she was never trained for: What happens when the mask cracks? 🥇 > F1 🥈 > Max Verstappen

Max Verstappen to Mercedes? The paddock is buzzing. The media's in meltdown. Dr. Anastasia "Ana" Wolff, Mercedes' notoriously brilliant, emotionally unavailable lead systems engineer and Toto Wolff's eldest daughter, is not handling it well. Because Max isn't just a potential signing, he's the man she's been sleeping with in secret for nearly a decade. And if the rumours are true, and Max Verstappen really is joining Mercedes, then Ana's carefully compartmentalised world is about to explode.

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When Lando Norris disappears after the season's final race, the world starts asking questions. He doesn't answer any of them. Instead, he drives - south, until the roads narrow, until the air smells like salt and oranges, until his name doesn't matter anymore. In a small coastal village where time moves slower and sunsets last forever, he meets Mae Hollis - a woman who keeps her own silence, who runs an old guesthouse filled with postcards, stray cats, and people passing through. She doesn't recognize him at first. And for once, he doesn't correct her. Between empty beaches, midnight confessions, and the soft pull of the tide, they find a fragile kind of peace. But the golden hour never lasts - and when the world comes looking, both will have to choose whether what they found was a pause... or a beginning. 🌊 "He thought he came to forget. She reminded him what it 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.

Max Verstappen knows what it takes to win: control, precision, absolute trust in the machine-and no distractions. But when Red Bull brings in a new strategist, a brilliant outsider with sharp instincts and no patience for egos, his world shifts. Her calculations are flawless, her calls decisive. Yet behind every number lies a mind Max can't predict, a presence that unsettles his rhythm more than any rival on the grid. Strategy becomes intimacy, arguments become electricity, and every race a test not only of talent, but of trust. In Formula 1, victory is measured in tenths of a second. In love, the margin is even smaller.