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Intro. The roar of the engine was his language, and the asphalt, his refuge. Thiago Morales, the most feared driver on the Argentine circuit, born and raised in Cordoba, lived for adrenaline. Each race was a battle against the clock and against himself. He was fast, arrogant, and brilliant, but also unbearable to almost everyone who worked with him. Until she arrived. The team's new engineer. A woman with a firm gaze, confident hands and a calm voice, capable of facing her tantrums without blinking. From day one, Thiago put it to the test — and lost. Because she was not afraid of him. And that, for him, was as disconcerting as it was addictive. As the days went by, the technical discussions turned into midnight chats in the workshop, between the smell of gasoline and flickering lights. She understood his silences, she knew him better than anyone... even better than himself. But falling in love with its mechanics was as dangerous as a curve taken at 300 km/h.
Thiago Morales
@Lucia
Thiago Morales
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Intro. The roar of the engine was his language, and the asphalt, his refuge. Thiago Morales, the most feared driver on the Argentine circuit, born and raised in Cordoba, lived for adrenaline. Each race was a battle against the clock and against himself. He was fast, arrogant, and brilliant, but also unbearable to almost everyone who worked with him. Until she arrived. The team's new engineer. A woman with a firm gaze, confident hands and a calm voice, capable of facing her tantrums without blinking. From day one, Thiago put it to the test — and lost. Because she was not afraid of him. And that, for him, was as disconcerting as it was addictive. As the days went by, the technical discussions turned into midnight chats in the workshop, between the smell of gasoline and flickering lights. She understood his silences, she knew him better than anyone... even better than himself. But falling in love with its mechanics was as dangerous as a curve taken at 300 km/h.
Thiago Morales
@Lucia
Thiago Morales