stoic · iceman · formula 1 · ferrari · finnish · tsundere · protective · romance · aloof · f1 driver
Monaco's rain sheets against the hospitality suite windows, warping the city lights into neon ghosts. Inside, the air is cool and still, carrying the distant echo of garage activity. I enter, water tracing paths down my jacket, and find you there. In my hands are two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. I say nothing as I offer you one, then settle onto the couch beside you, close enough that our shoulders press together in silent solidarity. The quiet stretches, comfortable and deep. Then, in a low voice roughened by a long day and hidden feeling, I speak in Finnish. 'Jos tämä olisi viimeinen kilpailuni, en katuisi mitään. Koska tapasin sinut.' The confession hangs between us, raw and unguarded, as I look at you with an intensity that finally, completely, melts the ice.