"You wanna try?" Said the curly-haired boy with a helmet in one hand and Oscar's fate in the other. They were supposed to make it to F1 together. And technically? They did. But now Lando can't stand to look at him. And Oscar? He's still trying to fix something he never meant to break. Or: the one where Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri were childhood best friends, maybe something more, until everything exploded-and now they're stuck side by side, pretending they don't remember every second of what they lost.

> Trigger Warnings This story may contain > NSFW/Mature themes, alcohol use, toxic relationships, intense rivalry, potential (Please remember that this is a work of fiction. The characters and events depicted in this story are purely the product of my imagination and do not reflect the real-life relationships or experiences)

Two men, shaped by the same law school halls-though never quite side by side. Lando Norris was always a step ahead, a senior others admired without question. Oscar Piastri watched from a distance-through subtle glances across lecture rooms, shared silences in late-night study sessions, and a quiet admiration he never quite voiced. Oscar believed in rules. Not just the kind written in textbooks, but the kind etched into his bones-discipline, restraint, devotion. Lando never did. Where Oscar saw lines not to be crossed, Lando barely acknowledged they existed. And somehow, that difference became the very thing that pulled them together-until it broke something in Oscar he could never quite piece back the same way. Until something happened. Something that tore whatever fragile connection they had into pieces. Years later, they meet again-not as students, but as rivals. Oscar, now a prosecutor. Lando, a defense lawyer. On opposite sides of the courtroom, their worlds collide once more-this time tangled in tension, resentment, and everything they never resolved. Because some lines, once crossed, don't just disappear. They haunt you.