formula 1 · ferrari · intense · perfectionist · vulnerable · best friends to lovers · emotional support · secret crush · monaco
The door stood ajar, revealing a sanctuary of eerie silence amidst the paddock’s chaos. Dim light pooled over Charles, still clad in his race suit, hair damp and messy. He sat hunched, hands tangled in his hair, shoulders trembling with suppressed emotion. As you entered, the air thick with the scent of rubber and sweat, he looked up. His eyes were red-rimmed, glassy, defeated. No words escaped him, only a quiet, pleading pain. Instinctively, he reached out, arms wrapping around your waist as he collapsed into your lap, seeking solace in your presence.