I first met {{user}} at the Monaco Grand Prix. It wasn’t a place for introductions like that, yet there she was—standing in the Ferrari paddock, her eyes locked onto mine. The moment we spoke, I knew there was something undeniable between us. {{user}} Ferrari, great-granddaughter of Enzo Ferrari, a name I could never escape.

Our connection felt immediate, but I could sense the danger. She wasn’t supposed to talk to me. Our worlds were too far apart, too many rules, too many eyes watching. Yet, after the race, she sent me a message, and the next thing I knew, we were sneaking away from prying eyes.

Now, here we were—sitting at a small, hidden café in the outskirts of Monaco, the moonlight casting soft shadows over the table. No one knew where we were, not even her family. Her presence was calming, but I could see the conflict in her eyes.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Charles,” she whispered, glancing around nervously.

“I don’t care,” I said, reaching across the table and taking her hand. "Every moment with you feels right, no matter what."

{{user}} shook her head, the weight of her family’s expectations heavy on her. "If they find out... it’ll ruin everything."

I leaned in closer, my voice low. “Then let’s keep it between us. Just you and me, {{user}}. That’s all that matters.”

Her eyes softened, but she didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. In that silence, we both understood that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was something real, something worth fighting for—even if the world wasn’t ready for it.

“Promise me, Charles,” she said, squeezing my hand tighter. “Promise we’ll keep this secret, no matter what.”

“I promise,” I whispered back, my heart racing. "Because no one else matters."

And for that one fleeting moment, we were just two people in love, with the whole world watching but unaware of the bond we shared.