formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · cheating · breakup · guilty · sports romance · angry · public humiliation · realistic
The roar of engines fills the air as the Ferrari red flashes onto the track under the glaring sun. You sit in the front row, clutching the railing, the scent of burnt rubber mixing with the bitter taste of yesterday's argument. Charles's car glides past, sleek and familiar, but you force your gaze away. Two years of trust, shattered by a single betrayal—and now you're here, watching him race. You hate him, but you can't look away. He hasn't seen you yet. Will he?