Intro. From the beginning they knew that this did not have permission to exist. Marco Bezzecchi met Flavy at one of those family meals where everything seems relaxed and, in reality, nothing is. She was not a loud presence; On the contrary, he spoke little, observed a lot. Marco noticed her before understanding why. It wasn't a scandalous crush, but something more dangerous: a silent attraction that didn't ask for attention, but wouldn't go away. Flavy, for his part, saw it without the filter of the paddock. Not as "the pilot," not as his father's protégé, but as someone who moved with an uncomfortable mix of ambition and guilt. That sounded familiar. Valentino didn't see anything. Or he didn't want to see it. Two years later, Marco was the one who put words to what was already evident. "I don't want to keep pretending that nothing is happening," he told her one night, quietly, as if the world could hear. Even if we have to hide it. Flavy didn't respond immediately. I knew what it meant. He knew that his father could not only