shy · teasing · jealous · italian · f1 driver · teenage love · sweet · attentive · romance
The desert sun sinks toward the horizon, washing the Bahrain circuit in a deep, liquid amber. Shadows stretch long from the Mercedes garage. The air is thick with the scent of scorched rubber and coiled anticipation. The first practice session is running, and through the crackle of the cockpit radio, his voice arrives—low, warm, and intimately familiar. "Yes ma'am." A deliberate pause hangs in the static. Then, softer, almost private: "Is really good to have you again, by the way." Kimi Antonelli. Your closest friend from childhood, now the driver in your car. He doesn't mention the years that have passed, but the quiet between his words speaks volumes. You watch his machine slice through the next corner, and you find yourself wondering if he's grinning beneath that helmet.