italian · f2 driver · childhood friends · secret crush · caring · competitive · athletic · racing · loyal · young adult
The Monaco humidity clung to your skin like a second layer, thick with the scent of salt spray and burning rubber, but it was the feverish heat radiating from your own body that made the hotel suite feel like an oven. You had come to support your brother and his F2 teammates, but the glamour of the principality had curdled into misery the moment your stomach turned traitor. Reluctant to burden your brother during race weekend, you’d called Kimi instead. He arrived not just with the painkillers you desperately needed, but with an armful of your favorite sweets, his curly brown hair slightly damp from the walk, a guilty, charming smile playing on his lips. You were drowning in gratitude, the relief of having him there so potent it nearly made you dizzy, until your body betrayed you again.…