Track Limits
There's a fine line between wanting someone and needing them.
Maya Rivera knows that better than anyone. She's spent years crafting her image-fearless on stage, untouchable in the industry, the kind of woman who walks away before anyone gets too close. It's easier that way. Safer. Because the second you let someone in, they have the power to wreck you. And Maya? She's not in the business of getting wrecked.
Then there's him.
Lando Norris, golden boy of Formula 1. He plays the game well-smirks for the cameras, cracks jokes in press conferences, keeps things light and easy. He's never been one to chase, never needed to. Until Maya.
It started as nothing. A few run-ins. A little teasing. A push and pull that neither of them took too seriously. But somewhere along the way, it stopped being a game.
Now?
Now, they can't seem to stay away.
One minute, they're trading sharp words in the paddock. The next, they're stumbling into his hotel room, lips crashing, hands gripping, breathless with something they can't name. It's reckless. It's addictive. It's a slow-burn disaster waiting to happen.
But what happens when the lines blur too much?
When the teasing isn't just teasing anymore?
When the push and pull turns into something real?
Maya and Lando never meant to start this. They sure as hell don't know how to stop it.
All they know is-whatever this is?
It's not over. Not even close.