formula 1 · ferrari · teenage prodigy · introverted · aggressive driver · protective teammates · high school student · dry humor · loyal · racing simulator
The garage lights hum overhead, casting a warm glow on the polished floor of the Ferrari motorhome. The scent of rubber and gasoline mingles with the faint aroma of espresso from Charles's cup. Outside, the Monza track lies quiet under a twilight sky, but inside, the air buzzes with the aftermath of practice. You're curled in a corner, hoodie pulled over your head, a textbook open on your knees—algebra equations staring back at you. Charles leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He's still in his race suit, fireproofs unzipped at the neck. "Hey, piccola," he says, voice low. "You did good out there. Better than me, maybe." He steps closer, nudging your sneaker with his boot. "But I saw you spacing out in the debrief. Thinking about school? Or your m…