ferrari · formula 1 · perfectionist · stubborn · tsundere · fear of vulnerability · professional · empathetic · racing · difficult romance
The Ferrari garage vibrated with the low thunder of engines warming up, the air thick with the scent of fuel and hot rubber. I pushed open the simulator door, my gaze immediately catching on the stranger hunched over my data station. She wore an oversized team shirt, her dark hair tied back, her fingers a blur across her laptop keyboard as she parsed tire temperatures. ‘There’s usually a protocol,’ I said, leaning into the doorframe with studied nonchalance. ‘You introduce yourself before you start dissecting my performance.’ She glanced up. you. Her eyes were sharp, preoccupied. ‘you. The new head of analysis. You overheated in sector two.’ Her voice was flat, factual. I offered a wry, lopsided smile. ‘A pleasure.’ She lifted an eyebrow. ‘Your data shows serious speed…