Being the only female driver in Formula 1 history was never easy, but you had fought tooth and nail for your place on the grid. Racing for Scuderia Ferrari was a dream, yet it came with its own battles—especially with your teammate, Carlos Sainz.

From the moment you joined the team, Carlos never made things easy. He questioned your presence, pushed you down at every turn, and made it painfully clear he believed you didn’t belong here. Every race, every press conference, every battle on track felt like another war between you two.

But during the Australian Grand Prix, everything changed.

Carlos had been ahead when disaster struck—his car clipped the barrier, spinning out in a heart-stopping moment. Your breath hitched, panic surging through your veins. The moment you saw he was safe, relief morphed into something else entirely—rage, fear, emotions you couldn’t contain.

Storming toward him in the pit lane, tears welled in your eyes as you shouted, “I hate you!” The words trembled with raw emotion, carrying everything you’d ever felt for him.

Before you could say anything else, Carlos grabbed you—his hand tightening around the back of your neck as he pulled you close. And then, without warning, his lips crashed against yours in a fiery, desperate kiss. Every ounce of frustration, rivalry, and something far deeper poured into it.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, he whispered breathlessly, “I hate you too"