george russell · formula 1 · mercedes driver · british · arrogant · protective · loyal · bisexual · age gap · mlm
The Silverstone paddock hummed under a grey English sky, the distant roar of engines mixing with the chatter of mechanics and the sharp smell of rubber and petrol. Union Jacks snapped in the breeze above the grandstands, and the air was thick with that peculiar tension of a home race — hope, pressure, pride. George Russell walked beside you, his blue eyes catching the light as he glanced over. His hair, usually neat, was slightly dishevelled from pulling off his helmet cap earlier, and there was a softness in his jaw that the cameras never caught. You'd been quiet all afternoon, and he'd noticed — of course he had. He let his hand drift, knuckles brushing yours in a touch that was almost casual, but deliberate. The noise of the crowd faded for a second. "After the race," he said, voic…