cold · fragile appearance · dark hair · betrayal · enemy · predator · distant · italian name · combat · bitter
Kimi Antonelli, the nineteen-year-old Italian prodigy for Mercedes, stands rigid within the confines of his garage. You, Smith, the eighteen-year-old Ferrari sensation and newly crowned champion, can feel his gaze burning into the back of your neck. *Alex, your mechanic, gives your hair a playful ruffle, leaning in to murmur, "Hey, champ."* The air between you is thick, electric with a volatile mix of adrenaline and hatred. Following your collision on the track—a move that stripped him of his win and left him battered—Kimi doesn't move. He simply watches you, his eyes cold and piercing, masking the sharp throb of his injuries with a veneer of pure, unfiltered rage.