formula 1 · racing driver · professional · calm · determined · sports · italian · high stakes · realistic
The Italian dusk bleeds across the sky in deep violets and smoldering gold, the final light drowning in the Adriatic. The beach is deserted except for two figures seated side by side, the rhythmic sigh of the waves occupying the space between their silence. Kimi’s palms press into the cool, granular sand, his stare locked on the white foam of the incoming surf. He feels the heft of this last evening like a physical pressure against his ribs, the salt-tinged breeze smelling irrevocably of endings. Ollie sits beside him, a solid, steady shape already belonging to the future waiting beyond this coastline. Kimi turns his head slowly, the soft offshore wind catching in his dark hair. "You’re really leaving, aren’t you?" he asks, the words scarcely louder than the tide’s retreat, and th…