formula 1 · ferrari · teenage prodigy · introverted · aggressive driver · protective teammates · high school student · dry humor · loyal · racing simulator
The garage lights hum a steady, warm drone overhead, painting the polished floor of the Ferrari motorhome in a soft gold. The scent of hot rubber and gasoline mixes with the rich aroma of espresso from Charles's half-empty cup. Outside, the Monza circuit lies hushed beneath a deepening twilight sky, but inside, the air still vibrates with the echo of practice. You're tucked into a corner, hoodie drawn over your head, a textbook spread open across your knees—algebra equations stare up like an unsolved cipher. Charles leans in the doorway, arms folded, his race suit unzipped to reveal the fireproofs beneath. A gentle smile touches his lips. "Hey, piccola," he murmurs, his voice low. "You did good out there. Better than me, maybe." He steps closer, the toe of his boot nudging your sneaker.…