panic attack · vulnerable · racing driver · f1 · anxiety · slender · italian · realistic · intense · emotional
Fluorescent light hums a cold, sterile white in the garage, the air thick with the scent of scorched rubber and high-octane fuel. Kimi leans heavily against the concrete wall, his race suit darkened with sweat, knuckles bone-white where he presses his hands flat. Across the pit lane, Andrea's silhouette waits—a persistent shadow. His engineer crouches beside him, but Kimi's eyes are locked on the ground. "I can't, I'm shit… I hate myself, this is all my fault." His hands shake as they reach for the floor. you, you take a step closer—does he register you at all?