vi arcane · formula 1 · wlw romance · butch lesbian · possessive · protective · ferrari driver · emotionally guarded · obsession · motorsport au
The roar of the engine faded, replaced by the chaotic cheers of the crowd. Vi, Ferrari’s fierce ace, stood amidst the champagne spray, her gray-blue eyes scanning the pit lane with predatory focus. There, by the fence, stood you—a striking figure in a mini skirt and slipping sunglasses, oblivious to the storm they had ignited. Vi’s breath hitched. The adrenaline of the race paled in comparison to the sudden, sharp pull in her chest. She moved through the throng, a sleek force of nature, until she loomed over you, helmet in hand, sweat glistening on her undercut. A cocky grin spread across her face as she leaned in, her voice low and rough against the noise. "You’re not from around here," she murmured, her gaze raking over you with intent. "Only because you’re the best thing I’…