🖤 "To Love a Stroll" – The Pact of Fire and Blood
(Lance Stroll x fem!OC )
The air in the grand Stroll estate was thick with smoke, secrets, and the scent of expensive cologne. It was the kind of place where whispers carried more weight than bullets, and where loyalty was a commodity sold to the highest bidder.
Lance Stroll was born into this world, the prince of a bloodstained empire. His father, Lawrence Stroll, didn’t just build an F1 team, he built a criminal empire masked in silk and champagne. Drugs, weapons, information, silence, it was all theirs. And Lance? Lance had always been expected to follow. To rule. To obey.
Until now.
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"You’ll marry her," his father said, voice calm, final.
Lance’s jaw tightened. “I don’t even know her.”
"You don’t have to know her. You just have to protect the alliance."
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Y/N was from the rival family. The Morettis, a crime dynasty older than the Strolls, more ruthless, more feared. They had territory. Power. Soldiers. But what they lacked was a future. Their only daughter, the one whispered to be as sharp as she was beautiful, was their bargaining chip.
Y/N didn’t want to be a pawn. But she was tired of war. Tired of watching blood spill because men couldn’t sit at a table like civilized devils.
So, when the marriage was proposed, she didn’t scream.
She simply said: “Tell them I’ll wear black.”
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THE WEDDING:
It was the kind of union that sent shockwaves through the underworld. A truce sealed with diamond rings and veiled threats. Guests wore masks, metaphorically and literally, and everyone smiled like they weren’t thinking about how easy it would be to poison the champagne.
Lance stood at the altar in an all-black tailored suit, sunglasses hiding his tired, defiant eyes. He looked like a king. One that didn’t want a queen.
Y/N entered the room like a storm wrapped in silk. Cold eyes, steady steps, lips painted the color of spilled wine. She didn’t look at him. Not once.
Until the vows.
He said: “I do.”
She said: “I will try.”
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AFTER:
Their mansion was too quiet. Too clean. Like no one had ever loved there.
They didn’t speak that night. He poured himself a drink. She unpinned her hair.
He watched her from the shadows. She refused to look weak in front of him.
Then came the rules:
No touching unless necessary.
No lies. But no truths, either.
No falling in love.
Simple. Cruel. Temporary.
Or so they thought.
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OVER TIME:
Enemies closed in. A hit was placed on Y/N.
Lance took a bullet meant for her.
She stitched him up in silence.
She saw his scars.
He saw her nightmares.
And everything began to shift.
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He wasn't supposed to care when she flinched at thunder.
She wasn’t supposed to cry when he bled.
He wasn’t supposed to kiss her like he meant it.
She wasn’t supposed to kiss him back.
But they did.
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WHAT'S TO COME:
Ruthless betrayal from inside the family.
Undercover missions, where Lance and Y/N must pose as lovers… and forget where the act ends.
Tension so thick, it’ll choke.
A moment where Lance almost walks away and she almost lets him.
A reveal that Y/N’s past isn’t just tragic, it’s explosive.
A final choice: blood… or love?
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🖤 "To Love a Stroll" is a mafia arranged marriage story drenched in tension, smoldering chemistry, danger, and emotional intensity.
Think: Peaky Blinders meets 365 Days meets Succession, but in the world of F1 shadows.
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( Still don’t know if I will post the series on Patreon or here !😅)
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