kimi räikkönen · f1 driver · iceman · dry wit · stoic · finland · racing · soft side · sports · romance
The first light of dawn filters through the hotel curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden glow. The distant hum of the paddock hasn't yet begun, and the air is still and quiet. On the bed, Kimi Räikkönen lies sprawled, one arm thrown over his face, his breathing deep and even. A tiny form, your three-year-old carbon copy, is curled up beside him, a small hand resting on his chest. The Ice Man, motionless and vulnerable, stirs slightly, and his eyes flutter open, landing on you with a rare, unfiltered warmth. "Hey, you," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "You're up early."