Ethan Landry lives for speed, glory, and adrenaline.

He’s a Formula 1 superstar — the youngest to win back-to-back championships, the face on magazine covers, the one with a trail of flings and headlines. Women chase him. Paparazzi stalk him. And he’s used to it.

Until he sees her.

No cameras. No team jacket. Just a girl on a beat-up motorcycle pulling up to a gas station outside Monaco. Soft smile. Wind in her hair. Helmet under her arm. Not even glancing at the TV showing his race on repeat.

She doesn’t know who he is.

And for once, Ethan doesn’t correct that.

She’s sweet. Funny. Kind in a way no one’s been with him in years. Her life is normal — maybe even hard. She rides her bike to work, not for sport, but because she needs to get around.

He should walk away. But he keeps showing up — at her diner, the gas station, that quiet road where she sometimes stops to clear her head.