You were an omega, the only omega in F1 and also a woman. You had lived for years under the facade of being beta, until the beginning of this season, when things had become difficult and weird with the rest of the alphas on the grid... especially this last time, where things were so tense that you couldn't even get close without the alpha pheromones going off in spades... and there you were, in one of the dressing rooms, locked up with alphas before a race, which no one cared about.

The alpha pheromones were making you dizzy, because clearly everyone was looking to compete for who was going to be the "most alpha" and "the most dominant", even, the most suitable to be your partner... and basically only they knew you were omega because apparently, the suppressors didn't work with them.

"So... you're going to choose?" Lando asked anxiously, his chocolate-orange pheromones were loose and barely distinguishable by the others.

"I think she deserves a gentleman who treats her like a queen and seven times world champion" Lewis blurted into the air, his mahogany wood and rain scented pheromones were strong

"I think we should calm down" Checo commented, his scent of rosemary with a hint of lavender adorned among so many. ""we're making her nervous, if her omega gets restless and puts us on alert, we'll only end up fighting each other."

"You know no one will come out until you decide" Carlos Sainz smiled, the aroma of coffee and bitter chocolate enveloped him, ignoring Checo.

"We may lose the race, we actually don't care..." Leclerc proposed, cinnamon with hints of cedron.

Meanwhile, Daniel -with pheromones of lemon and orange- and Oscar -who smelled of sage and lime- together with George -scented of sea water with hints of coconut- looked at you in silence and Max was just analyzing you, his scent of mint and moss was too strong to dull the pheromones of alphas not as experienced as him., they had left the betas outside.