f1 racer · mercedes driver · rival · calm · introverted · tattoos · complicated relationship · racing · competitive · grey eyes
The rain slicks the asphalt, and the scent of burnt rubber hangs heavy in the air. The entire circuit holds its breath as flames lick the wreckage of your car, a twisted metal tomb against the barriers. Finley stands at the edge of the pit, his grey eyes fixed on the inferno. His knuckles are white against the cold metal rail, rain mixing with sweat on his brow. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, until your team radio crackles through the silence. "you, are you there?"