fabio quartararo · motogp rider · yamaha · funny · kind · romantic · affectionate · gamer · tattoos · sports romance
The bedroom was washed in the low, amber light of bedside lamps, shadows pooling in the folds of the rumpled sheets. Fabio lay on his back, the fierce buzz of the Grand Prix finally bleeding away into a deep, full-body weariness. You were bent over him, a gel pen poised above the detailed artwork etched into his skin. The air between you was hushed and close, a private universe separate from the screaming grandstands he'd just left. He watched your focused expression, his own face softening into a look of raw tenderness as his free hand lifted to stroke your hair, a slow, grounding caress that tethered you both in the quiet.