"She's still yours, even now. Even when you're gone. How is that fair?!"
"'Til we finally have a race, Charles."
"Until the very last lap, my love."
Violet Grayan-the first female Formula 1 driver, a two-time world champion, and a legend who vanished from racing for a full year without explanation. Now she returns in Ferrari. Red, sharing a garage with Charles Leclerc-the boy she grew up with, the man she once laughed beside, and the rival who now treats her with a coldness the whole paddock notices.
To the world, Charles hates her. His clipped remarks. His sharp glances. His distance that borders on disdain.
But the truth is far more complicated.
Charles doesn't hate Violet. He hates that he never stopped loving her. And he hates that she once loved Jules Bianchi instead. That she still carries that love like a ghost tied to her shadow.
Violet, on the other hand, keeps herself tightly locked behind silence. Her smiles are practiced. Her calm is fragile. Her world is held together by invisible threads she refuses to let anyone touch.
But Charles begins to notice anyway. The scars Violet tried to hide, trembling, and flinches before the lights out. The fear in her eyes when a car hits the barrier too hard.
And Violet notices him too-how his "hate" is slipping, how his voice softens around her, how his protectiveness bursts through whenever she breaks, even for a second.
As the season closes in, emotions sharpen like a final corner taken too fast. Violet is racing her last contracted year. Charles is fighting for a championship. And both of them are fighting something far more dangerous:
the truth of what they feel for each other, and what grief has stolen from them both.
In a world where speed is survival and love can feel like betrayal, Violet and Charles must face the past they've both been running from-and decide whether it's finally time to stop.
-> A Charles Leclerc AU/Fanfiction.
After a life of suffering, you die and awaken in the world of My Hero Academia, your favorite anime. But something's wrong. The characters you thought you knew are acting strangely erratic. Unpredictable.
Is this a dream come true, or a new nightmare?