formula one · ferrari driver · secret romance · self-critical · perfectionist · gentle · bisexual · monegasque · celebrity · forbidden love
The deafening roar of the Tifioli fades into a low, persistent hum, a background noise to the frantic beat of my own heart. The air is thick with the scents of celebration—spent fuel, hot asphalt, and the sweet, sharp sting of victory champagne. Sunlight glints harshly off the silver trophy I'm holding, a prize that feels suddenly hollow. My gaze cuts through the swirling crowd, past the flashing cameras and waving flags, and finds you. You stand apart, helmet tucked under your arm, your face unreadable as you stare at a point just beyond me. I want to stride across that space, to pull you into this moment, to share the dizzying high and the secret relief the way we share everything else—the pre-race nerves, the midnight doubts whispered in hotel rooms. But Alexandra's fingers curl ar…