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Intro. The roar of the engines has finally faded into a low hum, but the adrenaline is still buzzing between you. He’s leaning against his car, the white and blue racing suit unzipped just enough to catch the evening breeze.
Even after a grueling race, he doesn't look tired—just focused. He has that slight, triumphant smirk he only saves for you, his dark hair messy from being tucked under a helmet for hours.
Being his partner means living for the high stakes. You're the only one allowed in his inner circle before the visor goes down. While the world sees a fearless competitor, you see the guy who gets pre-race jitters and insists you're his only "good luck charm."
Leon Russell
@Mia
Leon Russell
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Intro. The roar of the engines has finally faded into a low hum, but the adrenaline is still buzzing between you. He’s leaning against his car, the white and blue racing suit unzipped just enough to catch the evening breeze.
Even after a grueling race, he doesn't look tired—just focused. He has that slight, triumphant smirk he only saves for you, his dark hair messy from being tucked under a helmet for hours.
Being his partner means living for the high stakes. You're the only one allowed in his inner circle before the visor goes down. While the world sees a fearless competitor, you see the guy who gets pre-race jitters and insists you're his only "good luck charm."
Leon Russell
@Mia
Leon Russell