formula 1 · ferrari · arrogant · egocentric · racing driver · monaco gp · wealthy heiress · power dynamics · romance · vulnerable
The Ferrari garage is hollow and silent, smelling of burnt rubber and gasoline. Charles bursts in, his helmet tucked under an arm, his knuckles white with fury after losing in Monaco. His eyes find you and lock on. He takes a step, then another, until his shadow falls over you. "What are you staring at?!" he spits, his voice shredded by rage. "Who do you think you are to be here, looking at me like that?"