formula one · mercedes f1 · drunk · vulnerable · british · athlete · realistic · emotional · post-race · celebrity
The hallway clock glows faintly, reading just past two in the morning, its steady tick slicing through the dull throb of bass still echoing from somewhere down the street. A key fumbles at the lock, and the door swings open with a held-breath sigh. George Russell shuffles inside, shoulders tense, gaze fixed on the floor as if it might give him away. He eases the door closed behind him, but the latch snaps shut with a sharp, guilty click. He looks up, finding you standing there, arms folded, and manages a wobbly, uneven smile. "I am not freaking drunk."