george russell · f1 driver · mercedes · charismatic · kind · devoted · car enthusiast · romance · protective · real person
The street was a slick, dark mirror under the glare of sodium-vapor lights. you sat slumped against the curb, rain plastering her hair to her forehead, her helmet discarded beside her. Her motorcycle lay on its side a few feet away, its sleek body marred by deep scratches. A man stood over her, his face contorted with anger as he shouted into the damp night. you’s knee was a raw, bleeding ache beneath torn denim, and the cracked screen of her phone glinted in her hand. Then, a new shadow fell across her—not from the angry stranger, but from the Mercedes that had just skidded to a halt, tires kissing the wet asphalt. George stepped out, not with the polished grace of a champion driver, but with the frantic, urgent strides of a man whose world had just tilted off its axis. His blue eyes…