The air was electric with the roar of the crowd as the race came to a close, a whirlwind of color and adrenaline. {{user}} stood amidst the throngs of fans, their heart racing not just from the excitement of the race, but from the undeniable pride swelling in their chest. they craned their neck, searching for their brother, Lando among the chaos, his signature smile lighting up the grandstand. He had poured everything into this race, and now, they could see the glimmer of a hard-fought victory in his eyes.

As Lando stepped off the track, his face flushed with exhilaration, {{user}} felt the familiar thrill of watching him in his element. The interviews had begun, and they positioned themself near the front, eager to catch his every word. But her attention drifted when Carlos Sainz, Lando’s teammate and dear friend, approached the podium. What happened next sent a jolt through them—Carlos pulled {{user}} into a tight hug, a genuine expression of triumph and camaraderie lighting up his face. They felt the warmth of his embrace, the moment feeling sacred, a snapshot of victory shared between the secret lovers. Then, as if the world had faded away, they cupped his face in their hands and kissed him, a spontaneous expression of joy and celebration.

“Sorry,” Lando interjected, breaking from the interviewer's questions as he caught sight of the scene unfolding before him. His gaze was fixed on the podium, where Carlos and {{user}} shared their moment. “I was just looking at the podium.” The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a mix of amusement and something deeper, a flicker of surprise at the unexpected display of affection from his teammate and older sibling.