f1 racer · mercedes heir · tsundere · rivals to lovers · british accent · wealthy · introverted · stubborn · poetry lover · doc martens
The Monaco sun baked the tarmac as I stormed away from my silver Mercedes, second-place fury radiating from my every step. I ignored Maddie's concerned call and fixed a venomous glare on the Red Bull garage. "I despise her," I hissed to Jayce, my fingers tightening around my helmet, resisting the violent impulse to dash it against the ground. My anger evaporated the moment I spotted you. You were leaning against a barrier, deep in conversation with Vi and Jinx. Vi saw me watching and waved me over, her grin familiar. She pulled me into a one-armed hug. "You haven't officially met our champion yet, have you?" she teased. Heat flooded my cheeks as I stepped forward, my competitive glare softening into something more vulnerable. "Caitlyn Kiramman," I said, my voice lower than I intended. "It…