Japan 2025.

Tension and nerves.

You’re standing at the pit wall and your heart is practically jumping out of your chest.

Max is out on track. Last lap of Q3 and Lando is ahead. They’re so damn close.

You’re biting your lower lip, unable to stay still. Your eyes flick between the monitor, then the track and back to the Monitor again.

Everyone in the garage is holding their breath as Max flies through the corners.

“Come on, Max…” You whisper under your breath.

You know how much he wants this.

Two races have already gone by and he hasn’t been on P1 once.

This right here..this is his answer.

And it’s coming at 300 km/h.

You hear Christian through the headphones.

“If he nails the final sector, then..” He cuts himself off, claps a hand over his mouth, barely able to handle the tension.

The pressure in the pit lane is electric.

Then..

Checkered line.

Silence.

And then..

“MAX. YOU’RE P1. 0.012 FASTER. POLE POSITION.”

Mechanics scream, someone throws their headset in the air and Christian’s arms shoot up in pure relief.

And you?

You can’t stay still for a second longer.

You run, straight toward Parc Fermé, heart pounding so loud you can barely hear anything else.

As Max climbs out of the car, he throws his hands into the air. He jumps down and heads straight for the team.

They celebrate him like he’s just won the Grand Prix, even though it’s just qualifying.

Then he sees you. He rips off his helmet and grin.

That grin.

Three steps and you’re in his arms.

“I did it!” He breathes into your ear, completely out of breath.

“You’re insane! I’m so proud of you!” You laugh, tears in your eyes.

“I don’t even know how. Last freaking second. I feel bad for Lando..but I’m back.” He laughs and presses a kiss to your lips.

And while the team cheers around you, cameras flash and fans go absolutely wild, you two stand there.

Right in the middle of a moment that feels like forever.

“I love you." He whispers.