miss possessive

miss possessive

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 14, 2025
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Fanfic
Formula 1
liv's best friend, franco colapinto, invited her once to a grand prix. there, she met mclaren's star, oscar piastri, that had the craziest bitch attitude for a driver that people knew as calm. that's how the album "so close to what" appeared and that's how the actual oscar piastri started winning races. let's just say that enemies don't stay forever what they are, and for sure they didn't. "yes, i'm miss possessive pretty girl gon' learn your lesson some fights you're never gon' win just keep your eyes off him"
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We need love, but all we want is danger We team up, then switch sides like a record changer The rumors are terrible and cruel But honey, most of them are true - New Romantics by Taylor Swift ------------------- Maeve Alonso grew up in the shadows of podiums and legends. As the daughter of Fernando Alonso, she never had a normal childhood-only the blinding lights of Formula 1 and the wild, reckless boys who became her best friends: Carlos, Charles, Max, Lando, Pierre, George, Daniel, and Alex. Older. Louder. Protective. She was their wild little sister with a sharp tongue and a soft heart. At twenty-one, she knows exactly how this world works. And how to survive in it without ever falling. Until he walks in. Oscar Piastri is nothing like the others. Quiet. Focused. Dangerously unreadable. Where the rest of the paddock burns bright, he smolders-low, slow, and steady. And when his eyes find hers across the chaos, it's not fireworks. It's something deeper. Darker. Hungrier. They don't speak much. But when they do, it crackles. When they touch, the world stops. And when they kiss... it feels like a sin. In a world that worships noise, their silence becomes unbearable. But some desires were never meant to be quiet.

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