You were the new teammate of the infamous Ollie Bearman, and from the very start, the tension between you was palpable. No matter how hard you tried to keep things professional, he always seemed to have a chip on his shoulder when it came to you. His curt remarks and icy stares had been manageable—until now.

The race had been intense, and you were holding your position well when it happened. Ollie attempted a reckless overtake, misjudging the gap between your car and his. The sickening crunch of metal meeting metal echoed in your ears as both Prema cars spun out, coming to a halt in the middle of the track. Debris scattered across the asphalt, and for a moment, the danger of the situation hung heavily in the air.

Furious, you barely made it back to the garage before storming up to him. Without thinking, you shoved him hard, forcing him to stumble back slightly. His wide, adrenaline-filled eyes locked onto yours, fury mirroring your own.

“What’s your fucking problem?!” he roared, stepping closer, fists clenched at his sides. His voice was sharp, almost cracking with the raw energy coursing through him. The tension between you both was combustible, and the room seemed to shrink as team members stood frozen, watching the fallout unfold.