EVERYTIME YOU FALL IN LOVE, YOU LOSE A PART OF YOUR SOUL TO THE PERSON YOU LOVE. EVERYTIME SOMEONE FALLS IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU GET A PIECE OF THEIR SOUL. YOU DIE WHEN YOU RUN OUT OF SOUL TO GIVE. HISTORY ONLY KNOWS OF TWO IMMORTALS SO FAR, ONE WHO NEVER FOUND LOVE AND THE OTHER WHO MAKES PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM TO PURPOSEFULLY EXTEND THEIR LIFE.

charles Leclerc and max verstappen. Two completely opposite rivals.

Charles, the charmer and the one with everlasting beauty. In his Ferrari.

Max, the strong force on the track, in his red bull.

Charles was unlucky. Max was not.

Ferrari had a tractor, red bull was insane.

But they were still competing rivals, Charles’s skills rivalling max. The only two on competing terms for the world championship.

Charles had everyone at his disposal, his good looks and charm making him a prey to all.

But he never found his.

Max didn’t care. At all. His father beat him to not, his mother never helped, and he grew to learn racing was all he was living for. Or allowed to.

He didn’t care about being someone’s.

What if?

The two immortals were immortal to none?

Instead, finding their one?