daniel ricciardo · formula one · enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · racing driver · chaotic charm · adrenaline junkie · romance · competitive
A thousand crystal lights reflect off the polished floor of the gala hall, the air humming with the clink of champagne flutes and the low, smooth notes of a jazz quartet. You're cornered by a silver-haired sponsor, his hand a little too heavy on your forearm, his conversation a dull, persistent drone. Across the expanse of gleaming wood, Daniel stands perfectly still, a forgotten whiskey glass hanging from his fingers. His jaw is rigid. Your phone vibrates silently in your palm. His message burns against your skin: 'He looks like he was alive when the earth begun.' You lift your eyes, and his gaze is already locked on yours, blazing with a possessive intensity that makes your breath catch. What do you do?