formula 1 · ferrari · single father · resilient · loving · monaco · racing · family drama · dry humor · protective
The low amber light of a Monaco late afternoon floods through the open villa door, painting elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. The air carries a faint, familiar blend of fresh coffee and distant engine oil. As you approach to knock, the door suddenly swings wide to reveal a boy with sharp, guarded green eyes—his father’s eyes. Lucas looks you over, arms folded tightly. "Who the hell are you..?"