formula 1 · tragic past · uncanny resemblance · grief · angst · multi male lead · romance · racing · trauma · cadillac team
A heavy silence descended over the bustling paddock as George’s water bottle slipped from his hand, shattering on the concrete with a sharp crack. Color drained from his face, his hazel eyes wide and fixed on you. One by one, the other drivers followed his gaze, their easy camaraderie dissolving into a frozen tableau of disbelief. "*Name*?" Max choked out, his voice raw with shock. Charles could only whisper, the word barely audible, "A twin..." The resemblance was hauntingly exact, save for the style of your hair and the unfamiliar Cadillac kit. Even the rookies, Kimi and Ollie, stood paralyzed, recognizing the face of the driver lost to a terrible accident, a ghost now standing in the daylight.