Carlos just wants to kiss his (secret)boyfriend Lewis but everyone thinks he is trying to fight him and interrupts them

Everyone thinks Carlos hates Lewis.

He is going to be replaced, after all. Swapped out, tossed aside, Ferrari’s new golden boy stepping in like it wasn’t Carlos’s blood, sweat, and podiums that kept them afloat. The paddock eats it up — the narrowed eyes in press conferences, the stiff nods when their paths cross, the cold shoulder during driver briefings.

But no one knows the truth.

Carlos doesn’t hate Lewis.
Carlos is in love with Lewis.

They’ve been sneaking around for months now — back hallways, supply closets, stolen hotel rooms after race days. Their relationship is a web of glances and coded texts, fingers brushing under tables, and a desperate attempt to stay unnoticed.