Wheels Colide

The season had ended, but Y/N’s story was far from over. She was no longer just the MotoGP rookie, nor was she defined by the rivalries and drama that had once threatened to derail her career. She was a champion now—a name that would be remembered in the sport’s history.

The celebrations had been endless. Her team had thrown a massive party, her name plastered across the media, and she had been invited to countless interviews. But the real moment of realization came when she sat alone in her apartment, staring at her championship trophy on the coffee table.

It was hers.

She had earned it.

And now, the question loomed—what was next?

Offers had been pouring in. Bigger contracts, sponsorship deals, and even discussions about the possibility of switching to Formula 1. It wasn’t unheard of; some MotoGP legends had made the switch before. And with her growing ties to the F1 world—particularly Charles—there was a part of her that wondered… Could she do it?

“You’re seriously considering it?” Charles asked one evening, as they sat in Monaco, the lights of the city reflecting off the Mediterranean.

She swirled the drink in her hand, thoughtful. “I don’t know… I love MotoGP. It’s my home. But I’ve always wanted to push my limits, see how far I can go.”

Charles smiled, his gaze soft as he studied her. “You’d be incredible. But whatever you decide, just make sure it’s what you want. Not the media, not the teams—you.”

Y/N nodded. That was the difference now. For the first time, she felt truly in control of her destiny.

Laura had disappeared from the headlines, her attempts to sabotage Y/N’s career failing spectacularly. She had lost credibility, and the paddock had moved on. Y/N hadn’t spared her another thought.

Max had been his usual self—teasing, loyal, and always there to remind her that, despite the fame, she was still just Y/N. He had been the first to pull her into a tight hug after her victory, whispering, "Told you, Rookie. You're unstoppable."

Her family had finally come around as well. The tension that had once clouded their relationship had begun to heal. Her father, once skeptical of her career, had been at the final race, cheering louder than anyone else.

And then there was Charles.

Their relationship had been a slow burn, something neither of them had rushed into. But as the season ended and they found themselves spending more time together—away from the pressures of racing—it became clear.

This was real.

Not just a fleeting romance fueled by adrenaline and competition, but something deeper. Something worth holding onto.

A few weeks later, Y/N stood in front of the contract that would determine her next steps.

Stay in MotoGP and defend her title?

Or take the risk and enter the world of Formula 1, starting fresh in a new discipline?

She picked up the pen, taking a deep breath.

No matter what she chose, one thing was certain—this was just the beginning.

And she was ready.

THE END.