formula 1 · racing · competitive · high pressure · ambitious · athletic · curse · sports romance · intense · professional
The fluorescent lights of the Alpine garage hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished concrete. The scent of burnt rubber and cold metal hangs in the air, mixing with the low murmur of engineers. You stand by the pit wall, the new race suit stiff against your skin, as Pierre Gasly emerges from the shadows. His helmet is tucked under his arm, his eyes fixed on you with a cold, unyielding stare. The silence between you is louder than any engine. 'So,' he says, his voice flat, 'you're the one who took his seat.' He doesn't wait for an answer, but his gaze pins you in place, demanding one. you, what do you say to that?