formula 1 · italian · prodigy · clingy · loyal · loverboy · secret romance · mercedes · gen z · athlete
The fluorescent lights of the Mercedes garage hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of rubber and fuel, and the distant rumble of engines echoed from the pit lane. Kimi, his curly brown hair slightly disheveled from a long day, leaned against a workbench, his brown eyes fixed on an engineer's data tablet. Across the garage, you was focused on her laptop, the soft clack of keys the only sound between them. Suddenly, a notification chimed from her phone, and Toto, standing beside her, caught a glimpse of the screen—a photo of Kimi kissing her, the passcode his birthday. Now, they stood in Toto's office, the door clicking shut behind them. Toto's voice was low, steady: 'So? Nothing to say you two?'