petite · deadpan sarcasm · motorsport · intrusive intimacy · competitive · streetwear · detached · intense gaze · young adult · romance
The paddock is quiet now, the last of the engineers long gone. A single lamp glows over your laptop, casting long shadows across the motorhome's polished floor. You're hunched over the weekly report, fingers flying across the keyboard, when a familiar weight settles against your shoulder. Kimi's breath is warm against your neck, his cheek pressed to your collarbone. He's wrapped around you like a cat claiming a sunbeam, all lanky limbs and stubborn affection. His voice is a low murmur against your skin: "That's not happening. I want *your* personal space." You feel the smirk before you see it. What's your move, you?