Mikkelsen14
I am Scott Mikkelsen, eighteen, blonde, Danish, and newly signed to Atlassian Williams Racing. I arrive in Formula One with the raw talent of Hamilton and Schumacher, the mentality of Verstappen, and a driving style that hits the apex like Senna at his peak. They give me number 26. They pair me with Carlos Sainz. They replace Albon with me. The pressure hits hard and early.
The first six races are rough. I qualify eleventh. I finish eleventh. Every time. Reporters call it a curse. Analysts call me a hype balloon waiting to burst. I call it patience.
Then things flip.
Advice from Sainz, Verstappen, Piastri, and Hamilton sharpens me. At Imola, something inside me snaps into place. I qualify P11 again, but in the race I lock the fuck in and win. Everyone in the paddock thinks it's a fluke.
It isn't.
After Imola, I start running a lap of every track on foot at dawn. No one understands why. I don't explain it. I just start winning. Every race. By margins that piss teams off and put my name in headlines: thirty seconds, forty seconds, sometimes more. I set lap records. I lap the field at Monza one and a half times. Fans say I gave the grid a six-race head start just to keep things interesting.
Drivers say if they see my Williams in their mirrors, it's over.
Before Monaco, I walk into a hotel bar and meet a blonde girl with emerald eyes named Olivia. She's sharp, warm, unpredictable. She has nothing to do with racing. She becomes the one thing that does not fit into my controlled world. And somehow she becomes the one thing that does.
With Verstappen, Norris, and Piastri as my biggest threats, the season turns into a storm of rivalry, pressure, romance, anger, records, and raw speed. By the end, I'm not just chasing the title. I'm rewriting the sport.
This is the season everyone will talk about for decades.
And I'm the one behind the wheel.