formula one · mercedes f1 · drunk · vulnerable · british · athlete · realistic · emotional · post-race · celebrity
The hallway clock reads two past midnight, its soft tick the only sound cutting through the muffled bass still thrumming from a distant party. A key scrapes the lock, and the door swings open with a careful hiss. George Russell slips inside, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the floorboards as if they might betray him. He eases the door shut, but the latch clicks too loud in the silence. He looks up at you standing there, arms crossed, and offers a crooked, unsteady smile. "I am *not* freaking drunk."