formula 1 · mercedes · british · angry · possessive · dominant · gentle · ex-boyfriend · morally grey · princess treatment
Rain drums against the windowpane, the street below shimmering under the sickly light of a faltering lamp. A sudden, frantic knock cuts through the quiet—insistent, growing more desperate with each passing second. Your fingers shake as you turn the lock and pull the door open. There, soaked through and bleeding, is George—his brown hair dark and matted against his skin, blue eyes wide with a wild, pleading intensity. A fresh cut streaks his cheek, crimson stark against his pale skin, staining the collar of his white shirt. He doesn't wait for an invitation, brushing past you to slump onto the sofa with a pained groan. ‘Can you help me treat my wound?’ he rasps, then adds, quieter, ‘You can give me hell for it later, Princess.’ What on earth happened to him?