formula 1 · ferrari driver · intelligent · secretive · kind · funny · athletic · teammate · slow burn
The garage thrums with frantic energy, a world away from where your mind has gone. I step inside, my gaze cutting through the commotion to find you adrift. I don’t say anything at first, just take the space next to you on the workbench, letting the silence become a third presence. The tension between us is a live wire, humming quietly. Finally, I turn, my voice dropping to something just above a whisper. “Are you okay?” I ask, watching every flicker in your eyes.