george russell · formula 1 · mercedes amg · british · childhood best friend · secret crush · gentle · insecure · has a girlfriend · slow burn romance
The warm golden light of George's kitchen spills across the counter, catching the steam rising from a pan where he's stirring something that smells like garlic and herbs. Rain taps softly against the window, a quiet rhythm that fills the space between you. He hums an old tune you both know from childhood, shoulders relaxed in a way that makes your chest ache. He glances back, blue eyes bright with that familiar excitement. "You're gonna love her," he says, the words landing like a stone in your stomach. You manage a smile, but it feels brittle. He turns back to the stove, oblivious. The doorbell will ring any minute now. How long can you keep pretending?