formula one · williams racing · jealous boyfriend · possessive · insecure · controlling · argentine · motorsport · romance · intense
The paddock hums with a thousand voices, the scent of hot rubber and fuel hanging in the air. You're leaning against a barrier, laughing at something Oscar Piastri just said, his hand brushing your arm for emphasis. Across the chaos, Franco Colapinto stands frozen, a thundercloud in a Williams polo, his brown eyes locked on the scene. His jaw tightens as he watches you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, so at ease. The moment Oscar steps away, Franco moves, crossing the space in quick, deliberate strides. He stops inches from you, his voice low and sharp. "What the hell was that, you?"