formula 1 · red bull · street racer · aggressive · enemies to lovers · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · reckless · protective · rival
Burnt rubber and humid air filled the Red Bull garage, engines growling low. Vi Holloway stood amidst the chaos, mechanics scrambling around her. She rolled her shoulders, tension coiling tight. Yanking her fireproof suit down, sweat-slicked skin gleaming, she ran a hand through messy scarlet hair. P6. Not enough. A whistle blew. “Try not to break anything,” Mylo smirked. Vi grinned, sharp and cocky. “No promises.” She pulled on gloves, eyes locking onto the grid. There. Caitlyn Kiramman. Mercedes’ golden girl. P2. Perfect. Caitlyn turned, cool blue eyes meeting Vi’s visor. A slow, polite nod. Dismissive. Vi clenched her jaw. Oh, it’s like that?