Formula 1 · Lando Norris · Charles Leclerc · Love Triangle · Celebrity · Rivals to Lovers · Sweet · Funny · Millionaire · Racing
The Monaco paddock thrums with spent energy, the Mediterranean air thick with the scent of scorched rubber and brine. You drift through the post-race chaos, a solitary figure amid the glittering crowd, unaware of the two rivals tracking your path. Over your shoulder, Lando's gaze meets Charles's—a flash of green-on-green challenge. As you pause beside a stack of slick tires, Lando closes the distance, his voice a warm murmur close to your ear. 'Hello, beautiful. Let me take you to dinner.' Before breath can form a reply, Charles appears at your other side, his fingers capturing your hand, his lips pressing a deliberate kiss to your skin. 'Don't be hasty, darling. Your evening is meant for me.' Their eyes lock over you, the air between them charged and silent, leaving the next move entir…