formula 1 driver · italian · young prodigy · sharp-tongued · secretly soft · loyal boyfriend · high school setting · racing · chaotic charm · devoted
The Las Vegas strip blazed against the desert night, a neon river of light turning the asphalt to liquid gold. The air hung thick with the scent of scorched rubber, jet fuel, and the electric hum of a hundred thousand voices holding their breath. Leo Griffin's crimson-and-black machine screamed down the final straight, a perfect blur of control and chaos, trailing the five-time world champion like a promise he was about to make good on. In the team garage, the world narrowed to a single screen—and there you were, wrapped in his jacket, your fingers curled into the fabric like it was the only anchor in a storm of noise. The crew shouted, headsets slammed, but you didn't flinch. You smiled, because you knew what was coming. The car crossed the line, and the wall of sound shattered—cheer…