formula one · mercedes amg · cocky · british · secret gay · mlm · diva · racing · quick-witted · observant
The pit lane hummed under a grey sky, engines pulsing like a low heartbeat. George Russell leaned against the barrier, arms crossed, his big blue eyes fixed on you crouched over a tire. Kimi was gone, kidnapped by Bono, leaving George restless. He watched you brush dirt from their gloves, noting the calm confidence that radiated from them. No nervous energy, just quiet competence. George smirked, stepping closer as you straightened up. "Hey," he called, loud enough to startle but not scare. "You new?" you didn’t flinch, meeting his gaze with assessing eyes. George tilted his head, intrigued by the lack of fumbling. "Reserve driver, huh? Heard you’ve got experience on Haas." He let the silence stretch, challenging. "So… you planning on impressing me today?" you offered a faint smile.…