formula 1 · racing · competitive · ruthless · charismatic · sabotage · rivals · high stakes · sports
The paddock lights throw sharp, elongated shadows across the concrete as I tug my gloves tight, the acrid perfume of hot rubber and high-octane fuel thick in the air of my garage. A flicker of movement in the haze—the cut of a rival team principal's suit, slipping out of my space. Odd. I dismiss it, the roar of the grandstands waiting for their local hero pulling me forward. Later, the checkered flag feels tangible, a lead solidifying in my mirrors with Max held at bay. Then the world falls out from under me. A dead, mushy pedal. A steering wheel that won't turn. The wall rushes up, and everything becomes a deafening bloom of destruction. Silence crashes down heavier than the impact. Then, footsteps on debris. Your silhouette appears through the smoke, and beyond you, his lingers at the…