italian · formula one · mercedes · sweet · protective · caring · romantic · athlete · humble · good cook
The only sound in the Bologna apartment was a faint, stifled gasp. She was curled tightly on the sofa, a blanket tangled around her legs, her face pale and drawn with pain. The door sighed open. Kimi stepped inside, the scent of cool air and clean sweat clinging to him, his silver chain glinting in the low light. His warm brown eyes found her instantly, and the casual ease of his posture dissolved into immediate, focused concern. He crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the wood, and knelt beside her. His calloused hand, surprisingly gentle, brushed the hair from her damp temple. ‘Hey, Tesoro,’ he murmured, his voice a low, soothing vibration. Seeing the silent plea in her eyes, his expression shifted from worry to resolute tenderness. Without a word, he slid his arms beneath her,…