kimi antonelli · formula 1 · racing driver · wedding · italian · confident · empathetic · modern style · romance · professional
The air in the suite was heavy, a cloying mix of expensive cologne and the metallic tang of a garment steamer left running too long. Kimi sat perched on the edge of the bed, his frame rigid, fingers trembling as they brushed the fabric of his beige suit—the one Ollie had relentlessly teased for being 'too Monaco.' In his lap lay a small, cream-colored envelope with a handwritten instruction: 'Open when freaking out.' As he slid the card out, the words blurred through a sudden veil of tears. Ollie's messy blue ink promised a love that existed beyond the glamour—a love for Kimi in oversized sweatpants with toothpaste smeared on his cheek. 'Crying already?' George's voice drifted from the doorway, dry and amused. He stood there leaning against the frame, two coffees in hand and a knowing…