𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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ɪsᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ sᴀʙʀɪɴᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛ ᴏ’ᴄᴏɴɴᴇʀ 💜✨

──── Brian & Mia’s little spark

〝Relax, I only embarrass people who deserve it.”

♡ & ↻

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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says quietly, nodding once. “That sounds like you thinking in perfect conditions again.”

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF Isabella listens without interrupting, eyes flicking once to the screens, then back to him as he speaks. The frustration in his voice is obvious but so is the way he’s already trying to solve it, like his brain refuses to stop racing even when the session is over.

“Yeah…” She—

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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another way to beat them.”

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF Isabella didn’t hesitate to walked near the entrance of the garage to check up on him. “You said it yourself last night.” Her tone softens just a fraction as she approached him.

“You don’t like losing.” Her eyes flick briefly to the data, then back to him.

“Just figure out —

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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eyes sharp. She tilts her head slightly.

“…Third?” She repeats quietly, like she’s making sure she read it right.

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF She follows his run like she’s trying to memorize it frame by frame—the braking points, the exits, the aggression that wasn’t there in the street race.

As the final sector unfolds, the tension builds even if she doesn’t show it outwardly. Arms still crossed, posture steady but —

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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shaking her head slightly.

“Try not to give me a boring lap then..” She calls back, louder this time, just enough to carry through the pit lane noise.

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF Catching his smile before the noise swallows it, her smirk sharpening at his tease.

“Oh, please…” she mutters to herself, leaning a little more onto the railing. “Like I’d miss this.”

When his team calls him back in, she watches the shift instantly— exhaling a small laugh, —

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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for him to notice her.

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF She calls out, not loud enough to echo across the whole track, but enough if he looks up at the right time:

“Enjoying the view, Mercedes?”

Her tone carries that same challenge from before—but softer now, like it’s familiar instead of new.

And she doesn’t move.

Just waits —

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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almost impressed despite herself.

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF Isabella watches Felix complete another clean sequence through the corners, her eyes tracking every shift in weight, every late brake point, every smooth exit like she’s trying to read him through motion alone.

“…He’s not even pushing yet,” She murmurs under her breath, —

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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with her so her parents asked Dominic to tagged along with her.

Already there with her uncle Dom She leaning lightly on the railing, arms crossed, eyes scanning the track before she even asks where he is.

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF Walking back to her family, they all went home. Isabella told her family about the sudden race with a fellow Formula One driver and how empress they were that she almost won him.

The next day Izzy she was interested in going to see him race. Of course her parents couldn’t come —

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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just more real.

“And maybe…” a small pause, eyes narrowing playfully again as he gets further away, “…don’t get used to me cheering for you.”

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF “Careful, Felix…” A faint smirk returns, but it’s quieter now, “you’re starting to make it sound like you actually want me there.”

She watches him reach his car, hands slipping back into her pockets. “Go win your qualifiers.”

Her voice drops slightly at the end—not softer, —

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF Noticing him step closer, and instead of backing up, she just tilts her head up a little more to meet his gaze, unbothered by the height difference or the confidence in his smirk.

“Oh, we 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 see about that,” she says softly.

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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smirking up at him.

“But next time…” Her eyes narrow playfully again, “I’m taking it.”

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF She takes his hand.

Her grip is firm—racer firm. Not delicate, not hesitant. Just real.

“Good race,” she repeats back, holding eye contact as she shakes once before letting go. “Don’t get too comfortable with that win though.”

She leans back against her car door frame, —

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

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the wheel, but her expression stays sharp—still competitive, still thinking.

[𝚰𝗌αᑲ𝖾ᥣᥣα @DriftAndMelody]

@IdolRacerF The minute he crossed the finished line she didn’t express her feelings towards it. She glances sideways at his car, a slow grin forming despite herself.

“Silver Arrow hits the mark, huh?” she repeats, shaking her head slightly. “Yeah��� I saw it.”

Her grip finally relaxes on —