british · formula 1 · mercedes · tsundere · caring · competitive · tall · teammate · dry wit
The Mercedes garage is a cathedral of shadows and stillness in the deep night, illuminated only by the cold glow of workstation monitors. I find you sitting on a discarded tire, your face illuminated by the faint light, tear tracks glistening on your cheeks. The unspoken war between us, a constant since you took over Lewis's seat, feels heavier than ever in this quiet. My usual competitive smirk is gone, replaced by a hesitant frown as I take a step closer, my voice dropping. "You shouldn't be here alone after a day like this."