Sebastian Vettel gastou anos redigindo a felicidade alheia. Envolveu emoções em clichês de cartões comemorativos, enquanto o próprio sonho de ser escritor permanecia teimosamente guardado na gaveta. Ele deixou essa aspiração escorregar por entre os dedos, quase sem notar. Quando, finalmente, a frustração atinge o ponto de ruptura e Sebastian se dá conta de que sua própria voz está presa na tinta dos outros, algo dentro dele cede em definitivo. É no meio desse vazio que a memória o puxa para trás: para os últimos 500 dias. Quinhentos dias vividos ao lado de Kimi Räikkönen, o homem que irrompeu em sua vida com uma calma quase indecifrável e colocou tudo em suspensão: o tempo, o ritmo, o próprio Sebastian. Com Kimi, ele encontrou refúgio, distração e, talvez, um tipo raro de ternura que não se explica, apenas se sente. Em uma busca desesperada para entender onde foi que se perdeu, Sebastian revisita essas lembranças como quem folheia um livro antigo. Ele examina os silêncios que falavam mais que qualquer frase, os gestos minúsculos e as conversas que, na época, pareciam breves. Agora, ele repara nos desvios, nos lapsos e, principalmente, nas verdades que se recusou a ouvir por medo do que encontraria. Esta é a crônica de um homem revivendo os 500 dias ao lado da pessoa que amou, e que, ao se perder de si mesmo, ele também perdeu de vista.

Oscar Piastri, australiano de 24 anos, chegou à McLaren com o tipo de talento que faz engenheiro prender a respiração. Anos se passaram, pontos vieram, elogios murmurados também, mas a sensação de ser invisível no próprio palco só cresceu. Ele era o piloto preciso, constante, impecável... e silenciosamente engolido pela sombra que o mundo insistia em projetar sobre ele. A pressão de quase brilhar, quase vencer, quase ser visto, já começava a arranhar por dentro. Enquanto isso, Lando Norris desliza pelo paddock como um cometa doméstico: riso fácil, energia caótica, e um carisma que gruda feito glitter. Adorado, comentado, observado até quando não quer. Mesmo que às vezes a língua solta jogue contra ele, ainda assim é luz. Sempre luz. Entre um e outro, existe aquilo que ninguém admite em voz alta, mas todo mundo sente: na Fórmula 1, vencer é ótimo... mas ser visto é sobrevivência. E no meio de motores, flashes e expectativas sufocantes, existe uma guerra silenciosa, mais cruel do que qualquer volta rápida. A maldita visibilidade.

There are two religions in italy. There's the catholic church and there's ferrari. In ferrari, there are two teammates who have nothing in common. Il predestinato "the chosen one" Il diavolo rosso "the red devil" But it wasn't always like this. Can the 'angel' and the 'devil' of formula one fight against all shades of red? rivalry, blood and madness, till they reach the shade of love? Tropes: Rivals To Lovers Forced Proximity Friends To Lovers Warning: Mature Content 18+ #2 in rivalstolovers

Existe um piloto, uma figura mascarada, uma presença fantasmagórica, que enlouquecia George. Alguém que não tinha rosto, ou um nome, apenas um pseudônimo, uma história escondida e uma personalidade arrogante. Franz Hermann. O piloto taurino que se escondia atrás do capacete preto - ou de uma máscara descartável e óculos escuros. George odeia Franz Hermann, com cada átomo de seu corpo. Um ódio puro e genuíno - que às vezes o consumia. É por isso que ele resolve esquecer do mundo bebendo com os amigos e acaba encontrando alguém que pode ser um ponto de fuga. Max. Um holandês que ele conhece por acaso. Ou talvez não tão acaso assim. ========================== #Tags: Jogo de identidade || obsessão || rivais para amantes || Jogo de poder || os dois são idiotas || George é obcecado || E Max é levemente sádico ==========================

"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.

❝I dug my heels into the gravel as evidence for you to unravel. A drag path, etched in the surface. Can you find me?❞ Max Verstappen has been bitter about the hand life dealt him for as long as he can remember. While his cousins grow up in ancestral estates and lavish mansions, he spends his childhood in a dingy motorhome, enduring the wrath of an abusive father. Cunning, charming, and utterly ruthless, Max claws his way out of that life the only way he knows how - through lies, well-played deception, and perfectly executed cons. With a loyal crew of misfits at his side, he's built an existence on the edge of society. Yet for Max's insatiable hunger, this quiet life of petty scams isn't enough. He's only ever wanted what he believes should be his. So he fixes his gaze on his greatest target yet: a heist against his spoiled, undeserving cousins - Lordling Lando Norris and billionaire's heir Lance Stroll - the perfect marks to finally undo the shitty hand life dealt him. Standing in his way is Detective Inspector George Russell, lead investigator with Scotland Yard's Major Investigation Team - a man with a spotless reputation, a razor-sharp mind to match his own, and a personal history with Max that neither of them can escape.

Max Verstappen has everything-money, confidence, and a trail of headlines that never seem to stop following him. Owner of V Square, adored and hated in equal measure, he lives loud. Too loud. And then there's George Russell-calm, composed, a fashion designer whose brand Maison Joré defines quiet luxury. Where Max is chaos, George is order. Where Max flirts, George builds. And somehow, they collide in the middle of it all. "Morning, darling." Max teases, leaning on George's desk. "Don't call me that." They don't make sense. They argue in showrooms and fall asleep on opposite sides of the couch, always meeting again somewhere in between. But when George finds out that Max's past isn't as buried as he thought, the chaos breaks loose. "If you want me to trust you," George says, voice trembling, "then clean it up. All of it." So Max does-chasing ghosts, making amends, trying to prove that change isn't just a word he throws around. Somewhere along the way, his laughter gets softer. His touch steadier. His eyes only on George. When he returns, it isn't with grand gestures or expensive gifts-just quiet honesty. "I'm not perfect," Max admits. "But I'm done running." George exhales, half-smiling. "You're insane." "And you love it." sometimes, the heart doesn't untie. it learns to stay tangled.

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"

English: Max Verstappen wasn't just a name whispered in fear - he was the King of the underground. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who built his empire on blood, silence, and shattered loyalties. George Russell never wanted to be part of that world. Raised to play the perfect heir, he learned too late that in the mafia, loyalty is a cage and love is a weapon. When fate forces their paths to collide, enemies become allies, and allies become something more dangerous - forbidden desire. But in a world where betrayal comes easier than breathing, love can't save them. It can only destroy them. Because even monsters fall in love... and the price is always blood. Indonesian: Max Verstappen bukan sekadar nama yang dibisikkan dengan rasa takut - ia adalah raja dunia bawah tanah. Kejam. Tak tersentuh. Seorang pria yang membangun kerajaannya dengan darah, diam, dan pengkhianatan. George Russell tidak pernah ingin menjadi bagian dari dunia itu. Dididik untuk menjadi pewaris sempurna, ia baru sadar terlambat bahwa di dalam mafia, kesetiaan hanyalah kurungan, dan cinta adalah senjata. Takdir mempertemukan mereka, mengubah musuh menjadi sekutu, dan sekutu menjadi sesuatu yang jauh lebih berbahaya - hasrat terlarang. Namun di dunia tempat pengkhianatan lebih mudah daripada bernapas, cinta tak bisa menyelamatkan mereka. Cinta hanya bisa menghancurkan. Karena bahkan monster pun bisa jatuh cinta... dan harganya selalu darah.

He needed freedom, she only had limits. He gave her freedom, she gave him love. In a way, they were made for each other. What wouldn't they do for love? A George Russell story.