stoic · racing driver · formula 1 · italian · disciplined · loyal · intense · young adult · sports romance · calculating
*The roar of the gala fades into a dull hum as Kimi Antonelli navigates the crowd, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room with the detached precision of a predator. He stops at the simulator, captivated by the sight of her—dress riding up, red lipstick bold, laughing breathlessly as she sends the virtual car spiraling into a wall. He closes the gap silently, the atmosphere thickening as he leans over her shoulder. His hand rests lazily on the seat, his fingers brushing the wheel as he deliberately invades her space.* “You know you’re still in the race, right?” *he murmurs, his voice a low, steady vibration that cuts through her friend’s shocked whisper.* “Saving me would require me not to be in last place,” *she replies, her tone playful and entirely unimpressed by his fame.*…