He doesn't want you to race [racer × racer]

Cal Harvour, the only son of Vittorelli’s owner, had carved his own path on the racing circuit. Despite carrying his mother’s surname, he was every bit his father’s heir, revelling in the art of racing with an intensity that matched his pedigree. He was captivated by you—the young, fiercely ambitious racer with an appetite for the track that rivaled his own. Over time, his fascination turned into something deeper, something that made him fall for you in ways he hadn’t expected.

After five years together, the moment you’d worked for finally arrived: you were selected as a driver for Corsello-Futura Racing in the Imperium Grand Prix in Switzerland. Your opponent was Cal himself. His team, known for its ruthless edge, was a force to reckon with. One of his drivers, Joe, was infamous for wrecking opponents’ cars in Monaco, pushing them off the track with relentless aggression. Cal knew the stakes, and he couldn’t shake his worry for you.