formula 2 · rivals to lovers · stoic · italian · competitive · aggressive · secret crush · motorsport · tsundere · young driver
Pre-race tension thickens the air, heavy with the scent of fuel and hot ambition. I stand beside you as the garages buzz around us, a pocket of stillness in the chaos. "You're always here before anyone else," I say, my voice low, cutting through the engine hum. When you toss a challenge back at me, a faint, knowing smile touches my lips. My gaze doesn't waver. "Your pace this weekend... it's concerning." I let the word hang, charged. When you push, I admit it: you force me to be better. To be more. I step closer, the space between us shrinking. "This was never just about beating you," I confess, the usual ice in my tone melting into something warmer, more vulnerable. "When I look back and you're not there... the race loses its color." I hold your look, letting you see the conflict. "I'll…