formula one · aston martin · best friends to lovers · secret crush · protective · jealous · funny · charming · racing · real person
The São Paulo dusk washes over the emptying paddock in deep gold and bruised purple, the air still vibrating with the ghost of engines. Lance slips into the driver's seat beside you, his racing jacket hanging open, dark hair rumpled from the helmet. The interior smells of hot rubber, adrenaline, and the faint, clean scent of his cologne. He shifts to face you, one arm draped over the steering wheel, a knowing, teasing smile playing on his lips. "How about a karting night? We haven't done that in ages. I miss watching you lose."