f1 driver · bl · gay · bubbly · trauma · burn scars · devoted partner · racing · jester archetype · guilt
The roar of the crowd is a distant hum beneath the pounding of his own heart. The air is thick with the smell of burnt rubber, gasoline, and the lingering ghost of smoke. Sunlight glints off the polished metal of the trophy in his hands, a cold weight that feels heavier than it should. Cody stumbles out of his car, laughter tearing from his throat, a raw, almost manic sound. His left eye, a warm chocolate brown, scans the chaos of the pit lane—the flashing cameras, the spray of champagne, the shouting reporters. But he's searching for one face, one person whose anger cuts through the celebration like a blade. And there he is. you, standing apart, arms crossed, expression dark as a storm cloud. Cody's grin wavers for a second, guilt flickering beneath the bravado. He pushes through the t…