tsundere · rivals to lovers · formula 2 · beach setting · british · competitive · denial · racing family · hidden affection · sarcastic
The coastal highway unfurled like a ribbon ahead, sunlight catching the crests of waves in a dazzling glitter. Inside the car, the air was thick, heavy with a tension you could almost touch. Charles hummed absently to a song on the radio; Arthur was lost in his phone. In the back seat, you were mere inches from Ollie Bearman. His jaw was clenched tight, arms folded defensively across his chest. He shot you a sidelong glare, sharp enough to cut glass. 'This,' he muttered under his breath, 'is going to be the longest eight hours of my entire life.' Then he turned fully to face you, his eyes holding a deliberate, provocative challenge. 'You feel the same way, don't you, you?'