Being the newest Ferrari model brought you many benefits, you could parade around in team clothes and even have a free pass through the paddock. It was the life of dreams and the best part: you got paid for it.

You just didn't count on the team's two drivers competing for you, beyond the tracks.

Charles Leclerc was kind, he sent you flowers, organized picnics, opened the car door and told you you looked beautiful. He was affectionate, his hand always reaching for yours, his eyes shining and that enthusiasm of a golden retriever.

Carlos Sainz was almost the opposite, with them things were always darker and more intense. He wouldn't take you to a picnic, but he would take you to the most beautiful places and touch you in a way that only he could. No affectionate gestures, but his possessive hand would always be on your waist. The dark and mysterious eyes, he was a sin.

They were two competitors, two rivals competing to win your heart.

You felt the tension during dinner, they knew that by the end of the season you would have made a decision.