franco colapinto · formula 1 · racing driver · fc43 · stubborn · cold shoulder · post-argument · silent treatment · professional athlete
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the cold glow of Franco's phone screen. He lies on the bed, a form under the duvet, scrolling with mechanical thumb movements, shifting his weight every few seconds. You step inside, the fabric of your shorts and baggy t-shirt rustling. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft click of his screen. He doesn't even glance up. you, what are you hoping to break this wall?