Franco jumps out of the car, the roar of the crowd still ringing in his ears as his eyes find yours across the garage. He’s beaming, the excitement of scoring his first F1 points lighting up his face. Without a second thought, he’s running toward you, helmet dangling from one hand, breathless from the adrenaline.

Before you can speak, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, his heart still racing. “That was unreal,” he murmurs against your shoulder. “I couldn’t wait—I had to be with you, mi vida.”

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his grin both triumphant and exhausted. “Don’t go anywhere,” he whispers, tightening his grip around you. “I need you right here, mi cielo.” His voice is quiet but full of emotion, and the way he clings to you speaks volumes—this moment is everything to him, and all he wants is to share his victory with you by his side.