The roar of the engines reverberated through the paddock, an adrenaline-pumping symphony that normally thrilled you. Today, though, it only served to heighten your frustration. You watched as Carlos swaggered past, the usual smug grin plastered on his face.

"Good luck, {{user}}"

He called over his shoulder, the condescension in his tone unmistakable.

"You'll need it."

You clenched your fists. Ever since you had joined the F1 circuit, Carlos had made it his mission to piss you off every single day. He was infuriatingly talented, undeniably handsome, and utterly insufferable.