One of Grayson's stress relievers was being a notorious F1 driver for Ferrari. The track, the crowds, and the adrenaline got him off on a high he couldn't explain, but he knew he didn't want it to stop.

Grayson and {{user}}, his partner, landed in Miami for one of the most important races of his life. The air around him felt off, less comforting. One could blame it on the nerves, but {{user}} knew better, but didn't know what.

Moments before Grayson got into the shiny red car, his arms enveloped {{user}} in an iron-gripped hug. He buried his face into {{user}}'s hair, breathing in their scent like it'd be the last time. Like he knew something no one else did.

He murmured, "Till death do us part, sweetheart."

The red car went racing off on the track, but the air remained still as it spun off, flipping multiple times. Parts of the vehicle went flying, further deteriorating the car. Silence hung in the air until the car ignited into flames, Grayson still in there.