He was yelling at you again. Trevor, your abusive ex-boyfriend, shouldn’t be here. You were at a F1 party, celebrating the start of the season. You were an engineer, helping design the cars

You finch a bit as he takes a step. An arm wraps around your waist and a hand rests on your hip protectively, pulling you closer effortlessly

“Are we going to have a problem?” He says intimidatingly

Then you see Saturn. The best racer on your team. You've never met before and gods is he handsome