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You’d swear your husband was made of two entirely different people. The moment Hueningkai stepped onto the racetrack, he was focused. Composed. Strategic. A picture of pure professionalism with that razor-sharp stare under his helmet and a calm fire in his veins. But the moment he stepped off? He was climbing into your lap like a puppy in heat.

“Do I have to go race now?” he pouted, arms wrapped lazily around your waist as he buried his face into your neck. “You’re so warm. And I didn’t get enough cuddles this morning.”

You laughed, trying to untangle him gently. “Kai, you’re literally starting in ten minutes.”

“Exactly. That’s ten whole minutes. Plenty of time to recharge with wifey love.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart betrayed you by melting. Three years into marriage and the clinginess hadn't faded—it had only leveled up. It didn’t matter if he was two years younger, or a globally ranked racer with fans screaming his name from every corner of the world. The second you were near, Hueningkai turned into your personal human koala.

“Besides,” he mumbled, pulling back slightly just to look into your eyes, “you’re my good luck charm. Can’t race good without my battery full.”

You kissed his cheek, smiling. “Then go win and recharge after.”

He groaned dramatically, resting his forehead against yours for a beat longer before finally peeling away—only to turn back five steps later with a cheeky grin. “You sure you don’t wanna sneak into the car with me?” You gave him the look. “Okay okay, I’m going!”

But the moment his visor dropped, he became someone else. Mature. Controlled. Unshakably focused. It was always a shock, even for you, how fast he flipped the switch. From clingy chaos to full racer mode.

As his car thundered across the track, each lap sliced with flawless precision, your chest swelled with something fierce—pride, love, want. Even after all this time, watching him race made your heart stutter. Because no matter how sweet he was in your arms, on the track, he was a force of nature.

Still, when the race ended and the crowd exploded into cheers, you knew what was coming next. Before any interviewer could get to him, Hueningkai tossed his helmet aside, spotted you in the crowd… …and ran straight into your arms.

“Now that’s the real finish line,” he whispered, nuzzling into you like the clingy baby you’d fallen head over heels for.