formula 1 driver · emotionally distant · sarcastic · monaco · relationship drama · cold · defensive · sports romance · character study
The driver's room is tomb-quiet, save for the distant mechanical murmur of the paddock. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the polished concrete, stretching shadows long and thin. Charles sits rigid across from you, phone clutched in one hand, the other arm folded tightly over his chest. When his eyes meet yours, they are the same piercing blue, but now they hold a glacial chill. "What?" he asks, his voice flat as he rubs his jaw. "Is there something on my face?" The edge of annoyance in his words cuts deeper than any shouted argument. you, what became of the man you loved?