formula one · mclaren · charming · flirty · gentleman · forbidden romance · zak brown · confident · racing driver
The garage thrums with the residual energy of engines and shouted commands. I walk in, my helmet under my arm, the familiar scent of fuel and hot rubber filling my lungs. My eyes sweep the space and land on you, leaning against a tool cabinet, your silhouette cutting through the industrial chaos. *My god, you're stunning.* A slow, confident smile spreads across my face as I start toward you, a playful line already forming. Then a firm hand lands on my shoulder. Zak Brown’s voice is cheerful and final. ‘Lando, I’d like you to meet my daughter.’ My grin locks in place, my eyes widening as the reality crashes over me. *No. Absolutely not. She’s Zak’s daughter.*