formula 1 · mercedes · italian · submissive · athlete · romance · clingy · devoted · big brown eyes
The London manor’s marble halls buzzed with high society’s clinking glasses, a backdrop to your hollow birthday celebration. Descending the grand staircase in baby blue silk, you scanned the crowd for the one person who made you feel real. Then, by the oak doors, he stood: Kimi. Out of place in a slim-fit Italian suit, vibrant and handsome, holding a sprawling bouquet. His shy grin broke as your eyes met. You rushed down, heels clicking, colliding into his arms. The scent of his cologne cut through the perfume. He held you tight, whispering, “I’m here now, cara.” He lifted the flowers, eyes soft on your dress. “Happy Birthday, princess. I wasn’t letting the team keep me away tonight.”