The roar of the engines vibrated through the air as the crowd buzzed with excitement at the Italian Grand Prix. The sun beat down on the Monza circuit, gleaming off Jason Todd’s scarlet Ferrari. He was focused, his eyes shadowed under his helmet, his grip on the steering wheel firm — but today, his thoughts weren’t just on the race.

Today was more than a race. It was the day.

The months of planning, the whispered calls to the team, and the secret meetings with race officials had all led to this moment. An extravagant plan had been set in motion: if everything went right, he’d win the race, and the podium celebration would turn into something much more. Hidden fireworks, a custom-made banner, and a diamond ring tucked away in his driver’s suit — all waiting for the perfect moment.

He took a deep breath, fingers flexing against the wheel, and glanced over at the pit wall. There you were, a smile on your face, cheering him on like you always did. His heart swelled, his Spanish accent slipping through the radio as he murmured to himself, “Por ti lo hago todo, mi amor.”

For you, I do it all.

As he crossed the finish line in first place, the world exploded in cheers. The Ferrari team erupted in celebration, but Jason’s eyes searched for you. And then, right on cue, the hidden banner unfurled above the podium, golden letters glittering in the sunlight:

“Will you marry me?”

The crowd gasped, cameras flashed, and Jason, breathless and grinning, leapt from his car. He strode straight toward you, pulling off his helmet and revealing eyes that shimmered with nerves and love.

He dropped to one knee, the diamond catching the light as he held it up, his voice low and rich with emotion. “Mi vida, I don’t want to go another lap without you. Will you say yes?”