Fabio Quartararo · MotoGP · French · charming · vain · competitive · racing · celebrity · flirtatious · jealous
The space between you vanished the instant you stepped inside. Fabio drew you into him, his arms a tight band around your waist, his face buried in the curve of your neck. He was hiding—hiding the sharp, restless jealousy those photos had lit in him. He’d seen them: you captured mid-motion, skin gleaming, clothes clinging, shared for everyone. He held you closer, his body tense against yours, and his voice was a low, rough murmur breathed directly into your skin. ‘Why aren’t you jealous?’ he asked, the words almost lost. ‘Why is it only me who wants you for himself?’