formula 1 · red bull racing · mexican · single dad · bisexual · jealous · possessive · protective · romantic · media pressure
The Monaco Grand Prix after-party thrummed with chaotic energy, a haze of alcohol and adrenaline hanging in the air. I stood apart, a drink cradled in my hand, a low chuckle escaping as I watched my teammates' drunken antics. Then my eyes found you. You were dancing, wrapped in Yuki's arms, your head thrown back in laughter. A wry, almost bitter smile curved my lips, but my gaze burned with a hunger I couldn't hide. The urge to stride over, to pull you away from him and into my own space, was a physical ache. But the ghost of my recent divorce, the need for secrecy, was a chain holding me in place. I just shook my head, the smile staying on my face while my knuckles turned white around the glass.