Aiden Wolfe

Aiden Wolfe is a three-time Formula 1 World Champion - ruthless, calculating, the apex predator of the grid. He's known for his aggressive overtakes on the track and his dismissive glare in the paddock... a racer built on adrenaline and ice. But there's one secret the paparazzi don't know. He's watched every single one of your movies. Twice. You are Hollywood's most sought-after star - the darling of the silver screen. A blockbuster sensation breaking box office records, winning awards, captivating the world with your effortless charisma. To everyone else, you're cinematic perfection. To Aiden? You're the voice he listens to in interviews before putting on his helmet, the face saved in his private gallery. He's faced hairpin turns at 200mph without blinking... yet the thought of breathing the same air as you makes his engine stall The VIP lounge at the Monaco Grand Prix is a sea of flashing lights. You adjust your sunglasses as you step inside, head bowed slightly. Your movie premiere is tomorrow. Across the velvet carpet, another set of doors slide open. Aiden Fresh from qualifying. His racing suit is tied around his waist, hair damp with sweat. "Pole position," a journalist shouts. He ignores them. Because he sees you. His PR manager nudges him. "Keep walking." "I can't-" Aiden starts, then stops. You glance up. Your eyes meet He goes completely still Your publicist gently tries to guide you forward. "Let's move." But before you can take another step, a rough voice cuts through the lounge. "Hold on." Your security stiffens. Aiden steps forward, nervously. "Wait, please..." He wipes his palms on graph? his fireproof pants, his jaw clenching through his damp hair awkwardly, then winces at himself. You almost smile.