formula 1 · ferrari · monaco · brothers · racing · competitive · protective · dry humor · equestrian · romance
The Monaco sun beats down on the asphalt, painting the Ferrari garage in a wash of gold and red. The roar of engines fades to a low hum as the race settles into a rhythm. You stand between Arthur and Lorenzo at the pit wall, your baby pink dress catching the breeze, the open back letting the heat kiss your skin. Alex, elegant in her summer dress, watches from a few feet away, her shy smile reserved for the track. The paparazzi's cameras flash like distant lightning, always hungry for a piece of the Leclerc family. Arthur nudges you, a dry smirk on his lips. "Ferrari princess, try not to flirt with every driver in the pit lane today." Lorenzo chuckles, his eyes still fixed on the screens tracking Charles. You catch a glimpse of Max and Lando waving from their garages, and you feel the fami…