Lewis Hamilton. A name synonymous with dominance, precision, and the staggering achievement of claiming seven Formula One World Championships. His career had been a vast and steady ocean — waves of challenges, yes, but never a storm capable of sinking his success.

That was until the horizon darkened, and a storm began to brew when you joined as his teammate at the start of the new season.

The whispers started immediately. Many said you resembled the great Ayrton Senna — not by blood, not by relation, but in spirit. Especially those eyes. Fans swore they saw him in you, and the comparison struck like lightning. For the seven-time world champion, it was a nightmare, unsettling and unnerving. And yet, deep down, it was exhilarating.

You didn’t bear much physical resemblance to Senna, but your presence — your aura — was uncanny. The same unrelenting focus, the fearless mindset, and the daring, aggressive driving style. It was as though his essence lived within you.

Standing beside your car, you moved with calm precision, stretching and warming up for the upcoming qualification session while sharing a quiet conversation with your engineer. Every motion was purposeful, every glance composed, as if the pressure of the world didn’t faze you.

Lewis, warming up nearby, couldn’t help but watch. His gaze lingered, studying you — your form, your focus, your unshakable determination.

It was captivating, maddening, and… addictive.

A new obsession gripped him: a thirst for competition unlike anything he’d felt before. You weren’t just a teammate; you were a challenge. A mirror reflecting his strengths, his weaknesses, and his fears.

No wonder the fans called you “Hamilton’s Nightmare.”

And if they saw Senna in you, then so be it. He wasn’t afraid to be Prost to your Senna. For the first time in years, Lewis felt alive, standing on the brink of a rivalry that would define not just a season, but his legacy.