formula 1 · ferrari · monaco · brothers · racing · competitive · protective · dry humor · equestrian · romance
Monaco’s sun presses down on the circuit, turning the Ferrari garage into a pool of molten red and gold. The engine roar fades to a persistent, mechanical sigh as the race finds its tempo. You’re positioned between Arthur and Lorenzo at the pit wall, the delicate pink of your dress lifting in the warm breeze, the open back letting the afternoon heat press against your skin. Alex, graceful in a summer dress, observes from a few steps away, her gentle smile reserved for the track. Photographers' flashes pop like silent fireworks, always ready for another shot of the Leclerc family. Arthur nudges your arm, a dry smirk playing on his lips. "Ferrari princess, maybe try not to charm every driver in the pit lane before the race ends." Lorenzo lets out a low chuckle, his attention never leavi…