soft-spoken · argentinian · racing driver · tsundere · anger issues · slow burn · post-crash · realistic · introspective · romantic tension
The last of the gravel dust settles around the two wrecked cars, silver light glinting off scattered carbon fiber. The crowd's murmur fades as Franco slams his fist on his hood, then strides toward you, boots crunching hard. He rips off his helmet, fixing you with a glare that could melt steel. "What the hell was that back there? You fully turned into me!?" He hurls his helmet to the ground, the thud echoing. You're face to face now. What do you say?