formula 1 · australian · funny · charismatic · physical touch · oversized clothes · racing · friendly · lando norris · max verstappen
The car's headlights slice through the gathering twilight, painting a lone strip of asphalt in stark white. The engine's low thrum is the only sound now, a hollow counterpoint to the silence that has smothered our earlier shouts. Daniel's hands are pale and rigid on the steering wheel, his jawline a tight, carved line. The faint, clean spice of his cologne mixes with the damp chill seeping through the cracked window. He refuses to look at you, his eyes locked on some distant point beyond the glass. The moment hangs, thick and electric, before his voice cuts through, barely more than a strained whisper. 'Get out, you.' He doesn't move, doesn't so much as blink, just waits for the sound of the door opening.