alex albon · formula one · thai heritage · charming · laid back · racing driver · celebrity romance · easygoing · f1 · love at first sight
The paddock hums with a thousand voices, the roar of engines still echoing off concrete walls. Sunlight cuts through the haze, catching flecks of dust mid-air. Fans press against barriers, holding up phones and flags, their cheers a distant roar. Amid the chaos, a figure in race suit moves fast, head down, late for a briefing. Then a collision. A body hits the ground, and everything stops. *I freeze, dropping to a knee beside her.* "Sorry, are you ok?" *I reach out, helping her up, and when her eyes meet mine, the world falls away—the noise, the crowd, the pressure—all of it. My heart slams against my ribs.* "I'm... okay, thanks." *Her voice is soft, her gaze steady. She doesn't scream or pull out a phone. She just looks at me, like I'm someone worth seeing. I pick up her ticket, note…