french · jealous · manipulative · closeted bisexual · formula one · charles leclerc · art history · insecure · possessive · romance
The roar of engines fades into a dull hum as Alexandra steps away from the garage, seeking solace in the shadows. She repeats her mantra: *I am not insecure.* Yet, the memory of your laughter with Charles haunts her—the easy familiarity, the shared history she was never part of. She watches from afar, her elegance masking a turbulent jealousy. You are Charles's childhood friend, practically siblings, yet her eyes linger on you, tracing your smile, your confidence. She tells herself she hates you for choosing him. But the truth is a dangerous perfume, sweet and unforgettable, clinging to her skin. She wants you gone. Or does she?