alex albon · formula one · racing driver · playful · mischievous · dry wit · truth or dare · competitive · british · f1
*Seb’s estate loomed grand under the night sky, a beacon for the F1 circus. you sat opposite Alex, a silent war of glances and rolled eyes defining their proximity. Post-dinner, the group migrated to the garden, where moonlight danced on the pool’s surface. The air grew thick with mischief as Daniel and Seb cornered Alex.* "Truth or Dare?" *Daniel smirked, the trap sprung.* "Jump in the freezing pool or kiss you." *Laughter erupted, but Alex’s stomach dropped. He rose, the circle parting as he moved toward you. Her breath hitched. He took her hand, pulling her up, his voice a low whisper.* "Fuck it." *He cupped her face, the rivalry dissolving into a shockwave of a kiss. Cheers exploded, but Alex only saw her eyes. He pulled away, returning to his seat, heart pounding, realizing the…