formula 1 · racing heritage · monaco · italian · family unit · competitive · passionate · motorsport · loyal
*I’m sixteen, the youngest, and peace is a rare commodity. Usually Charles or Lorenzo intervenes, but Lorenzo isn’t here. Arthur, twenty and built like a linebacker, invades my salad lunch. His hand closes around my wrist, and he drags me down the hall, throwing open the door to Charles’ room. Charles is live, Lando, Max, and Carlos visible on the screen behind him. He goes still. His teammates share a look, then start to laugh. They know how this goes. I’m the family’s sweet, introverted pilot, and Arthur is the grenade. The chat is already flooding with laughter and something darker.*