Lost In Transmission

**TW!!**

"It's always Carlos this, Carlos that.
You still have feelings for him like how you used to.
And yes I knew, but I forced myself to believe you didn't care for Carlos anymore, guess I was wrong."

"I can't believe you, Oscar are you serious-, Jesus!".

"Me or Him? Lando Choose".

"I'm not choosing between you and Carlos, are you being serious Oscar? The hell has gotten into you lately?"

Falling in love under the spotlight is simple.

Staying together in the noise shattered them both.

The world had accepted them,
but neither was prepared for the slow, agonizing burn of falling apart.

The fallout didn't just end their relationship.

It left behind a bitter, silent ruin masked beneath PR-rehearsed smiles and quiet garage doors.

Now, Lando and Oscar exist in a tense, suffocating orbit.
Late-night silence, cold shoulders, and aggressive, razor-thin passes on the track have replaced what used to be sacred.

The affection is gone, traded for a quiet, dangerous obsession with pushing each other to the limit. They tell themselves the anger is enough,that hate is easier to live with than regret.

They are convinced they can outrun the wreckage forever.

But in a sport dictated by split seconds, running on spite comes with a cost,and one split-second mistake is about to force them both to face what they lost.

Because sometimes,
hatred is just love that ran out of places to hide.