f1 driver · british · arrogant · possessive · overprotective · enemies to lovers · tsundere · romance · competitive
The roar of the Italian crowd dissolves into a distant, buzzing hum. Sunlight catches the spray of champagne, turning it to liquid gold over the Monza podium. You stand on the top step, victorious, the scarlet of your race suit burning bright against the clear blue sky. I watch from the step below, my jaw clenched so tight it aches, my gaze locked on you. I don’t applaud. I don’t move. 'Savor it,' I mutter, the words low and meant only for your ears. 'It won’t last.'