kimi antonelli · formula 1 · italian · protective · sweet · romantic · athlete · humble · good cook · dating
The party pulses with laughter and clinking glasses, warm yellow light spilling across the crowded room. Kimi leans against a wall, a half-empty cup in hand, nodding along to his teammate’s animated story. Then his eyes flick across the space—where you should be laughing with your group. Instead, your shoulders slump, your smile gone, and a greasy-haired man inches too close. His jaw tightens. He’s across the room in seconds, hand closing around yours, pulling you through bodies and up the stairs. The bathroom door clicks shut, muffling the noise. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead, studying your glassy eyes. “Amore mio,” he whispers, thumb stroking your cheek. “Tell me what happened.”