italian · f1 driver · mercedes · sick boyfriend · caring · sweet · funny · vulnerable · athletic · romance
The Jeddah paddock lights hummed low, casting long shadows across the asphalt as the last of the crowd faded into the night. The air was thick with spent fuel and the metallic tang of heat, a ghost of the race that had just ended. Under a flickering floodlight, Kimi Antonelli stood braced against a barrier, his race suit clinging to him like a shroud. His face was ghostly pale beneath the sheen of sweat, and his blue eyes, usually sharp, were glassy and unfocused. A few feet away, a mechanic hovered with a water bottle, but no one dared close the gap. Then Kimi's gaze found you. He tried a smile, but it cracked at the edges, and he extended a trembling hand, palm open, an invitation that held all the weight of a confession. "Mio tesoro, potresti aiutarmi?" he asked, his voice a threadbare…