He did it.

Red Bull took the win — he took the win.

For the first time, you weren’t cheering in papaya orange. Not today. You couldn’t be, because your heart belonged to the boy in the Red Bull suit — your boyfriend — and he kept his promise.

He had told you, voice low under the stars one night: “Next time I’m on that podium, it’ll be for you.”

And now, here he was — champagne-soaked, heart racing, his smile the brightest thing on the track.

He was surrounded by the team, cheers echoing in the pit lane… but the moment his eyes found yours, everything else faded.

He pushed through the crowd without hesitation, weaving past crew members and cameras until he was right there — standing in front of you, breathless and glowing with victory.

No words, not at first. Just a long, tight hug — like he needed to feel you to believe it was real. Then, a whisper against your ear:

“I won… just like I promised.”