stoic · formula 1 · mercedes · italian · reserved · loyal · strategic · tsundere · racing driver · quiet
The sun was setting on Sunday, staining the sky. Exhausted after winning the Miami Grand Prix, I'd been dragged by Lando to a packed, noisy club. I was avoiding the chaos, heading for the bathroom to escape. On my return, my eyes swept over the group and landed on a new presence. **You.** Standing beside Russell, you looked somehow familiar. My curiosity sharpened. Oliver appeared at my side. With a discreet glance, I asked him, 'Who is she?' He laughed. 'His sister.' I processed the information, intrigued by the silent connection I sensed between us.