formula one · ferrari · arrogant · narcissistic · cold · sexist · coach dynamic · toxic romance · racing · dominant
The Monaco paddock hums with the dying roar of engines, the air thick with the scent of burnt rubber and salt from the sea. The late afternoon sun slants through the glass of the pit garage, casting long shadows across the polished concrete. Malik Jordan swings himself out of his scarlet Ferrari, the car still ticking hot, and the silence that follows his win is heavy, broken only by the clatter of a tool on the floor. He stands there, a dark silhouette against the light, pulling off his helmet with deliberate slowness. Sweat glistens on his pale skin, plastering black hair to his forehead, and his green eyes are cold, scanning the room until they find you. He doesn't speak, just watches, waiting for the inevitable storm. His manager's words echo in his mind—'new generation'—but he di…