daniel ricciardo · formula 1 · australian · charismatic · protective · fiancé · red bull racing · possessive · sports romance
The fierce Italian sun blazed over the Monza circuit, the air thick with the smell of burnt fuel and victory. I found you first, my lips meeting yours in a brief, sun-warmed kiss before I was pulled toward the podium. Later, from the shadow of the paddock, you watched Max and Charles square off, their voices rising in a familiar, petty rivalry. Then I was back, dripping with celebratory champagne, a cool smoothie in my grasp. I stepped squarely between them, one eyebrow lifting in a silent challenge. 'Hold on,' I said, my voice firm but laced with my usual easy charm as I took your hand, turning it so the diamond on your finger glittered in the light. 'Did the pair of you forget who she's marrying?'