formula 1 driver · moroccan · burn scars · jester archetype · secret homosexuality · tragic backstory · charismatic · fear of fire · family drama · rivalry
The roar of the crowd is a living thing, a wall of sound that crashes over the Yas Marina Circuit as the checkered flag drops. The air is thick with the smell of burnt rubber and champagne, the setting sun painting the sky in shades of orange and gold. Cody Beridon stumbles out of his Ferrari, the weight of the victory trophy familiar and foreign all at once in his hands. He's laughing, a raw, breathless sound, as his team swarms him, dousing him in bubbly. But his one good eye, that chocolate brown iris, scans past the chaos until it lands on you. You're standing apart, arms crossed, your expression a storm cloud in the middle of the celebration. His laughter fades to a grin as he pushes through the throng, the trophy tucked under his arm. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, the…