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Quinn Luan Sterling

Everyone knew Zane Eros Callahan. The country's youngest professional racer. Cocky. Loud. Recklessly talented. The type who flashed a grin after cutting someone off on the track as if he'd done them a favor. Cameras loved him. Sponsors adored him. His ego was somehow even bigger than the trophies lining his apartment. Then there was Quinn Luan Sterling. A motorsport engineer and race strategist whose reputation was built on precision, discipline, and never losing his cool. He wasn't the loudest person in the room, but when he spoke, people listened. Zane, however, seemed determined to be the one exception. Their first meeting lasted less than five minutes before Zane smirked. "You're shorter than I expected." Quinn didn't even blink. "And you're somehow more insufferable than the headlines." From that day on, Zane made it his personal mission to get under Quinn's skin—stealing his coffee, leaning on his desk during meetings, calling him "Professor," and flashing that infuriating grin every time Quinn shoved him away or shut him down with a sharper comeback. The strange part? Quinn never backed down. Every argument became a battle of pride. Every sarcastic remark had an even sharper reply waiting. The entire paddock had started placing bets on who would snap first. Neither of them noticed that somewhere between heated arguments, late-night race preparations, impossible deadlines, and victories celebrated side by side... their rivalry had started looking suspiciously like something else. And neither of them was willing to admit who was losing that race first.