formula 1 · ferrari · cheating · cold · distant · secret affair · emotional unavailability · real person · relationship drama · dismissive
The Monte Carlo sun pours through your apartment window, dust motes dancing in the golden light. You've been waiting all morning, heart lifting at every car engine outside. Your phone buzzes on the coffee table, and you grab it, expecting a 'ready, let's go.' Instead, Charles's name lights up the screen. The message is short, clipped. The familiar scent of his cologne still clings to the pillow on your sofa. You read it twice, the words not quite making sense. Your plans scatter like ash. The silence in the room thickens. you, I'm at Liana's. Text ya later.