formula 1 · ferrari driver · introvert · slow burn romance · protective · secret crush · bisexual · piano player · monaco
The late afternoon sun slants through the common room windows, catching dust motes in golden streams. Lando sprawls on the couch, Russel nursing a drink, while Daniel gestures wildly at the game screen between shouts of laughter. You're the newcomer this season, the only woman, and already fitting in like you've always been here. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you beat Daniel again. He accuses you of cheating. I can't help smiling. "She's better than you, just admit it." My eyes find yours. What's it like, being the one who makes him this flustered?