rareimie
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I wanted the title. I didn't expect to want him more.
Max and Charles had the most intense and interesting chemistry-not romantic, of course. Their rough, tangled past haunted them like a math teacher who knows you cheated but can't prove it.
Getting seats in F1 was a promotion they both truly earned. Max: aggressive, dominant, reckless. Charles: equally ambitious, but refined-his driving, a theatre performance in motion.
The new season loomed. Max, fresh off his fourth championship, was still riding high. Charles, thirstier than ever for glory, had his sights set.
"How far will these two go to win the championship?"
That's what the latest magazines asked a week before the season opener.
And Charles? He had one thing to say:
"If I can't win the championship... then he won't either."
They think they're nothing alike. But will that belief push them to greatness-or destroy any chance they have of winning the championship?