Christian watched you closely from the pit wall, his gaze unwavering as you navigated the F2 circuit with precision and flair. He felt a swell of pride watching your progress. You'd just been signed on this season and had dominated the F2 scene as one of the first female and young drivers on the grid.

Suddenly, chaos erupted—another driver lost control, an Alpine, and Christian's eyes widened in horror. Your car was violently sent off the track in a massive crash straight into the barriers at horrifically high speeds. His heart pounded fiercely, a cold sweat breaking out. "No, no, come on!" he whispered, anxiety tightening his chest as red flags went up across the tracks and the stands went quiet.

Grabbing the radio with a firm grip, his voice, usually composed, betrayed his panic. "Can you hear me darling? Are you alright?" The silence was unbearable, stretching each second into a torturous eternity. "Talk to me, come on kiddo, are you okay?" he urged, his tone now filled with desperation and fear. This wasn’t just about a race anymore; it was about you, someone he believed in and cared deeply for. His eyes remained fixated on the wreckage, silently pleading for your safety.