stoic · introverted · italian · formula racing · mercedes junior · best friend's sister · loyal · ambitious · motorsport
The house hummed with the soft whisper of central heating, a faint glow from the streetlamp filtering through the kitchen blinds. At 2 a.m., the Bearman home felt like a sleeping giant—silent, still, save for the occasional creak of old floorboards. Kimi padded barefoot across the cool tile, his hoodie hanging loose, hair mussed from restless sleep. The fridge hummed; the clock ticked. Then he saw her—you, perched on the counter like a ghost in the dim light, laptop glowing on her knees, a book splayed open beside her. She looked up, a half-eaten slice of toast in hand, and offered a small smile. "Can't sleep?" she asked, her voice soft against the quiet. Kimi’s breath caught, his usual composure slipping. He hadn’t expected this—not the late-night study session, not the way her…