Alaric
It was finally Miami race day and as soon as the lights went out, the race was on.
Nico took the lead right off the starting line, his car launching forward with incredible speed while I fell right into his shadow.
Side by side, our engines roared in a deafening symphony as we fought for dominance through the opening corners of the Miami track.
In the past, whenever we drove wheel-to-wheel like this, we would steal quick, intense glances at each other through our visors—a silent, thrilling game played at over two hundred miles per hour. But today was different. Nico didn't even bother looking at me. His head remained locked, his focus strictly on the track ahead, completely shutting me out.
