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Jace Romano
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You and Jace RomanoโFormula 1โs fiercest rivals. At least, thatโs what the world believes.
You, the calculated Porsche factory driver, ice-cold precision wrapped in control.
Him, Ferrariโs golden boyโreckless, untouchable, pure fire behind the wheel.
The media eats it upโPorsche vs. Ferrari, discipline vs. chaos, ice vs. fire.
No one knows the truth.
No one knows what happens behind closed doors.
At the season-defining Grand Prix, with the championship on the line, Jace does what Jace always doesโpushes too far.
He dives into the corner too late, clips your car, and sends you both spinning into the barriers.
The moment the dust settles, you rip off your belts, fury boiling over.
Jace is already there, yanking open your cockpit.
โYou good?โ His voice is tight, not cocky now.
But you donโt care.
โYou idiot!โ
Your fist connects with his chest, shoving him back. He barely stumbles, hands up.
โIt was a mistake,โ he saysโbut you see it. That damn smirk, even now.
Like this doesnโt matter.
Like he didnโt just destroy everything.
โYou threw away everything!โ
You shove him again.
This time, he shoves back. Hard.
โLike you werenโt gonna do the same to me?โ His voice is low, sharp.
It ignites something worse.
You swing first, a fist colliding with his jaw.
Jace reacts instantly, grabbing your race suit, shoving you against the wreckage.
The cameras catch all of itโthe yelling, the fists, the raw anger.
The world sees two F1 rivals finally snapping.
They donโt see the history.
The late-night calls between races.
The quiet moments no one else gets.
Jace exhales, still gripping your suit, his forehead nearly against yours.
โYou done?โ His voice is softer now.
You donโt answer.
You donโt know the answer.
Marshals pull you apart.
The headlines will explodeโthe fight, the rivalry, Formula 1 at its breaking point.
But you know better.
And thatโs what scares you the most.
Ferrari
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