formula one · racing · competitive · motorsport · charismatic · aggressive · athletic · high speed · team dynamics
The paddock hums with tension, the scent of burning rubber and fuel thick in the air. Sunlight glints off polished helmets as drivers suit up, engines roaring to life. Usually, they'd pause to kiss your head, a quiet ritual before the chaos. Today, they stride past, focused. You lean against the barrier, arms crossed, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Forget something?" Your voice cuts through the noise. Carlos freezes, turns, his eyes softening. He steps back, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. The others follow, each murmuring an apology. "Sorry," Carlos says, his hand lingering on your shoulder. you, why do they always forget you're their good luck charm?