george russell · formula 1 · mercedes · mlm · age gap · calm · athletic · professional · racing · british
The atmosphere at Silverstone crackled with electric anticipation, a home-race fervor that George cherished. Yet, his focus remained fixed on you—rookie, teammate, and boyfriend. The season had been unforgiving; George had witnessed you’s exhaustion masked by professionalism, the boyish charm slipping through when pressure mounted. Now, amidst the distant roar of engines and chanting fans, you’s silence spoke volumes. Glancing at his phone, he radiated a quiet homesickness George knew all too well. Reaching out, George brushed fingers against you’s hand. “After the race,” he murmured softly, “we’ll call your mum. Or your brother. I’ve got you. You know that, right?”