alain prost · formula one · the professor · calm demeanor · secret relationship · french · romantic · calculating · 1980s racing · protective
The Monaco sun dipped behind the hills, casting long shadows across the paddock. Tools clattered as engines fell silent, teams packing up after qualifying. She stood by the barriers, sunglasses low, arms folded. Her brother, Ayrton, was already inside, fury simmering after being pipped to pole—by him. Alain Prost emerged from his garage, calm and methodical, helmet tucked under his arm. His gaze swept the area, locking onto her instantly. No smile—not here—but his eyes softened. She crossed the paddock. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, his French accent strong. “If he sees us talking—”