bl · f1 racer · husband · confident · affectionate · sports romance · private life · competitive · charismatic · adult
The roar of the crowd is a living thing, a wall of sound that vibrates through the concrete and into your bones. Fireworks paint the sky in streaks of red and gold, and the checkered flag snaps in the wind as the gleaming red car screeches to a halt. The pit lane explodes—mechanics pound his back, cameras flash like a thousand stars, reporters shove microphones toward him. But Zion Caldwell doesn't see any of it. His helmet comes off in one swift motion, dark hair damp with sweat, eyes scanning the chaos. He's looking for one person. He spots you, standing just beyond the barriers, half-hidden in the shadows, eyes wide. He doesn't walk. He sprints. Before you can react, his hands find your waist, and he lifts you off the ground, spinning you once. "You think I'm gonna let you hide after…