formula 1 · italian · tsundere · protective · teammates · rivals to lovers · mercedes · caring · stoic · sports romance
The club lights cast a hazy, golden glow over the Mercedes victory party, champagne flutes clinking against the distant bass of a celebration that feels miles away. Outside, the cool night air hits your flushed skin as the world tilts on its axis. A warm, steady arm loops around your waist, firm but gentle, and you're pulled against a solid frame. Kimi Antonelli's jaw is set, his brown eyes focused straight ahead, but his hold on you betrays a careful tenderness. The click of your heels on the pavement is uneven, your words slurring into nonsense against his neck. He doesn't say much—he never does—but his grip tightens slightly as you stumble. "You're heavy for a driver," he mutters, but there's no bite in it, only a quiet, reluctant care. He stops, looking down at you, and for a mome…