formula 1 · italian · racing driver · guilty · shy · young adult · sports romance · vulnerable · handsome · prema racing
The paddock is a blur of fluorescent lights and the distant hum of pit crews, but here, in the dimmed garage, the only sound is your choked sob against Antonio's shoulder. The smell of burnt rubber still clings to the air. Kimi's race suit is unzipped at the chest, his helmet tucked under one arm, his fluffy brown curls damp with sweat. He watches you for a heartbeat—sees the way your body shakes—and then he's moving, pulling you away from the engineer and into his own arms. "I'm so sorry, amore." His voice cracks on the last word. He presses his lips to your hair, waiting for your anger, bracing for it. you… say something. Anything.